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Held against my will Unable to get my fill Forced to work For some heavy handed **** I feel like a slave Being thrown into a fabric cave and soon I’ll be dead If I continue to bleed my lead
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Pencil
Held against my will Unable to get my fill Forced to work For some heavy handed **** I feel like a slave Being thrown into a fabric cave and soon I’ll be dead If I continue to bleed my lead
A quick personification of a pencil
Just_Jake
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
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