I Am a Pencil
I am a pencil.
I wonder why I am used.
I hear people talking.
I see my face being crushed.
I want to stop being used.
I am going to sleep.
I pretend I am on a vacation.
I feel so good.
I touch the sand.
I understand that people need me to write.
I say, “Don’t sharpen me too much!”
I dream that a famous author is writing with me.
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