Nub of her existence
Degraded in continual friction
Eroded greyly frayed edges
Shred from unspoiled core
Disintegrated under perpetual pressure
Pointless attempts to correct mistakes
Ground down with steadfast exertion
Shrinks despite greatest care
Worn away through unusual use
Herself
As pencil
Erased
God. What? This is crazy. The lack of control and pain. I see it.
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