The pencil was extremely damaged looking like a decayed bone, it had deep dents,scratches and nible marks and it interfered with my grip. The only good part about it was that it was sharp, incredibly sharp. Sharp enough to inflict critical damage to skin. I usually pretended that my pencil was like an ultra realistic wand in my hand made millennia ago, used by gods before humans roamed. The pencil was used for banishing weaker gods to distribute to hell or as a punishment for wrong deeds. At the very bottom the rubber was used which made me angry because I couldn't use it. It made it look like a popped balloon. I hated the fact that it was broken and deceived me. It costs $12 now it's a $15 pencil now and there was a better $1 dollar pen. My pencil may be broken but the pencil can still do what an ordinary pencil can and does the trick.
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