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My pink mechanical pencil Is sitting right beside my computer The brand and lead size is worn off, from all the use The eraser has been changed Countless times There is graphite dust in a few places in the grip My other pencil the same but purple Lost its clip I wiggled my pencil too much Which is why the purple one Is out of order When I'm bored or anxious I'll pick up my pencil Spin it, wiggle it, open and close it Take apart and put back together Anything that can be done to my pencil Will be done Thanks to my constant need for motion
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
Pencil Anxiety
My pink mechanical pencil Is sitting right beside my computer The brand and lead size is worn off, from all the use The eraser has been changed Countless times There is graphite dust in a few places in the grip My other pencil the same but purple Lost its clip I wiggled my pencil too much Which is why the purple one Is out of order When I'm bored or anxious I'll pick up my pencil Spin it, wiggle it, open and close it Take apart and put back together Anything that can be done to my pencil Will be done Thanks to my constant need for motion
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Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
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