Pencil: "I'm sorry.
Eraser: For what? You didnt do
anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry, u get hurt because of
me....whenever i made a
mistake,you're always there to erase it, but as you make my
mistakes vanish, you lose a part of
yourself and get smaller and smaller
each time.
Eraser: That's true, but idon't really
mind, you see, i was made to do this, i was made to help you
whenever you do something
wrong, even though one day i
know i'll be gone... I'm actually
happy with my job.... So please
stop...

Awww

partially touching..
moral: itz gud to knw ur purpose of living.