Every time we met I shred a little more of your life...yet you can’t stay away. You need me, but I find you worthless. I throw out the shards of your existence without a care. I’ve known you since you were first formed, and in mere weeks I shall bear witness to your destruction at my hands. Yes, pencil, I’m the sharpener, and I’m talking to you…
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