I'm not you, I'm not she, I'm just the girl I was born to be.

PENCIL: You know, I'm really sorry.
ERASER: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
PENCIL: I'm sorry, 'cause you get hurt because of me.
Whenever I make a mistake, you're always there to erase it.
But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of
... yourself. You get smaller and smaller everytime.
ERASER: That's true, but I don't really mind. You
see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever
you do something wrong. Even though, one of these days,
I know I'll be gone and you have to replace me with a new
one. I'm actually happy with my job.