I lay here, watching. Just watching. Watching life go on without me. No longer needed. No longer useful.
But that's okay. I understand why. I had a long run after all.
I remember the good times, like hanging out with my friend at school all day. Sometimes his friends on occasion. I remember the bad times too. Like when my friend accidently injured me. He didn't mean it, he was just frustrated and got a little rough.
But that's okay. I still supported him.
Until now, I can't anymore, and it saddens me. He replaced me, went with the fancy types. The ones that can keep going forever. The mechanical ones.
But I understand why. So I'll continue to lay here, on his desk for as long as he wishes. I wonder if he still knows I'm here, his first pencil. Gathering dust on my wooden body, covering my number 2.
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