Pencil Box

April 14, 2010
By Anonymous

When I look at you, I instantly remember the past.
The times I worked hard at school,
all the times I cheated in class,
and all the awarding stickers I had earned are stuck to your skin.

I remember the long trips that I loved,
the ones I would write about when I was there.
Not just the words but the drawings too.
The drawings you had helped me create to make the moment memorable.

Come to think of it,
You where there all my life.
But now you are abandoned; replaced by another.

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