I lost my Pink Pencil..I was so Happy after getting it that in the happiness of getting it i lost it..i put it somewhere so safely that i couldn't find it ever again..i know its still there..somewhere near me..its there but i just cant see it..cuz its kept safely somewhere in my house..i took help but no one could find it..I bought new pink pencils that look exactly like the old one..but they're not the same..
somethings are just so special that you cant replace them..no matter however hard you try..and this feeling carries the kind of emotions that cannot be expressed or shown with any smiley..now the pages of my sketchbook are filling up slowly..cuz the pencil isn't there..and other pencils cant just make me get what i wanna sketch..may be someday when i stop looking for it..IT finds ME..or it suddenly appears in front of me when i remove a piece of paper or a diary or just a dress..n see it lying there..just there..just like there..and feel like "why was it that i couldn't see it when i wanted it?" but then..i'll have it..it''ll be too late..but i'll still get it..it'll remind me of old memories..cuz it is there..i know it is there..somewhere near me..its around..my pink pencil..
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