Feelings of a Pencil
I am a pencil
i have somany names
but actually
i have no name
everyone call me
HB or Camel
i want to be a tall one
but all make me short
i will became
short and short
at last; i will die
insted of me
they will put; another pencil
all children use me
all need me
but; when i die
nobody will remember me.
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