The End
the end is near
the end is now
that is the only thing in my mind
as a water bottle being recycled
is no choice
I will be made into anything
I will never see my family again
I could see the recycling box
there were many other desperate water bottle
screaming for help
there is nothing I can do
suddenly the humans grip opened
my life was falling
the end is near
the end is now
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