My water bottle
Flies down from the second floor
Flung by my "friends"
To the hard concrete ground
I tell them to stop
They roll it near the bin
I hold back my tears
And pull it back with a rusty umbrella
My aunty tells the boys
Dont throw his bottle
They say "it wasnt us"
My baby sister knows it was them
I shant play will them
I cry at home
Safe away from their eyes
Then i think
I may play with them
But i will bring a cup instead
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