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Erasers


What a wonderful thing it is To be able to erase your mistakes On a piece of paper. To be able to remove what you Don’t want To have a clean slate. The only flaw in erasers, Is that they don’t work on life. In life, you can’t take back What you say Or do. Life isn’t written with A pencil Life is written with a pen, An irremovable, irreplaceable, Unconditional, unforgiving pen So no matter what you say Or do, It cannot be erased. And no matter how much you wish To forget your mistake, It will never be truly gone. It will always be there, lurking. So always be careful what you Do in life. Every day you see people Who have wrecked friendships, Relationships, nations, lives. All because they were careless With their pen. So always think before you act Because in life, There are no erasers.
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Camille
First poem I ever wrote when I was a kid.

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