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My stares turn into frowns and my eyes glisten with anger but it still doesn't oblige. I don’t seem to exist anymore…
Nothing I do seems to change its mind. It sits there all stiff and stubborn next to its partner crime- my unused writing pad…
The two have gather dust I see, an inch too thick to be called recent… not to mention the rusty layer which adorns the inky tip…
They seem raring to go but won’t move an inch…Why? - I ask myself over and again until it dawns…
They fail to recognize this workaholic who stares at them as if they were her own…
They eagerly await their owners return…
