Who am I?

Another freewrite. Enjoy!

It sat there on the desk, staring at me, daring me, just daring me to snap so it could chew my head off.  It wanted me to be the sharpest in the world, but I couldn't do it.  The constant use was wearing me down and it wouldn't be long now.  It wouldn't be long before it put its blade against me and tried to whittle me down to how it desired me to be.  But after I had been renewed and refreshed, it would continue sitting there.  Staring.  Daring.  Daring me to break one more time, as I always do.  The pencil sharpener and me, the pencil.

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