The Pencil.
Broken beyond belief, he seeks aid.
Grating against the symbiotic benefactor.
He improves his life, he makes himself useful.
He leaves behind his past
in a small unobtrusive pile.
Sharpened beyond belief,
to again leave his mark upon the world.
The pencil slowly pulls away
from the sharpener.
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