Press On

15 April 2010

I moved backwards and forwards, driven by the sheer force of who held me. I was making my mark on paper, spilling it to the world. No one would ever again question my capabilities. Our capabilities. It was time for my rest as they replaced me for my mate. He pressed on even harder, defining my points like they were all that mattered. It wasn't perfect - no one ever was - so why should we be any different? Oh, by the way. I'm a pencil =)

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