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The pencil case

The eraser erased my bad habits

While the pencil drew in new ones

The glue stick glued on a whole new face

As the scissors cut away my background and past

The ball point pen then made the changes permanent

While the colored pencils shaded in my body

The calculator changed my way of thinking

As the sharpener grazed over my rough edges

Finally, the ruler

I had to measure up to your standards

Now me and you

We walk, talk and think the same

Two moving as one

I don't even know who I've become

What I was before

You've changed me more than you'll ever know

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Apr 8, 2015
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