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I am a pencil, 

Not a pen.

So then,

I hate the marks that I make,

No eraser,

High stakes,

I cannot erase my mistakes.

A line out of place,

With a stray mark of the hand.

A permanent choice,

Only a pen,

Can comprehend.

Everyday was a struggle,

Till I met my eraser.

She came along,

Now I dont need a tracer.

I can write free

Because she can correct me

Thank god

I have found my eraser.