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2:30am
I am there when you need me...cutting away all of your problems.
Eventually with time, and wear I begin to dull...so I am sent to another to be sharpened to near perfection.
More time passes, and I am dull once again, only to be sent to a new sharpener...this time in hopes that I will come back with the perfect edge, the one that will dull the least.
What you failed to realize is that in all the times I had been sharpened for you, part of me was being worn down slowly, and now not even the best stone in the world can bring me to be of any worth to anyone.