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An eraser goes through its life caring about all the tiny details but not about itself. it degrades itself trying to fix others mistakes until suddenly it’s gone. it knows it’s dying, it know it, and it doesn’t care. it cares too much about other people to care about itself. Some people say an eraser would be a model human. i don’t. If everyone was like an eraser, if everyone cared about others just a little too much, how would life work? People would degrade just like the eraser, not caring about themselves. an eraser plays an important role in art. so it does. you can care about other people, but don't not care about yourself. do not be an eraser, you need loved too.
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
An Eraser Stub
An eraser goes through its life caring about all the tiny details but not about itself. it degrades itself trying to fix others mistakes until suddenly it’s gone. it knows it’s dying, it know it, and it doesn’t care. it cares too much about other people to care about itself. Some people say an eraser would be a model human. i don’t. If everyone was like an eraser, if everyone cared about others just a little too much, how would life work? People would degrade just like the eraser, not caring about themselves. an eraser plays an important role in art. so it does. you can care about other people, but don't not care about yourself. do not be an eraser, you need loved too.
the-authentic-snail
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Trans Male/USA
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
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