ere's my drawing pencil in all it's glory. It's amazing how much this thing has been through. people have told me to throw it away, but i've just had so much history with this thing. i first found this pencil in my house when i felt like drawing something. from then on, this was the only pencil i've ever used. i've thought of buying a real art pencil, but this seems to suit me best.
i remember a few times, i left this pencil in strange places. what's even weirder is that i managed to find it again. one time i left this thing in my pocket, and i got in the car. when i searched my pocket, my pencil was gone. about a week later i found it again on the street in front of my house. it was literally crushed. i was still able to draw with it, so i was alright. a bit later it broke even more, and the only part of the pencil left was the flexible shaft and the tip. fortunately i managed to fix it up and it still works
i dont think i'll ever trhow this pencil away. you'll have to pry it from my dead hands before that
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