Context: So I may have accidentally killed a bird with my water bottle on Valentine's Day.

I was aiming at my friend, but she slapped the bottle out of my grasp and it fell a storey down at our school. I went down to get it, and right next to it lay a dead bird with, as my other friend insists, a bump on its head.

Sooo, yeah, I'm possibly a Valentine's Day murderer...
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Ow, my head!

Hard, thick glass
It felt pretty bad
300 ml
It made me real mad
A bump on my head
It made me feel sad
Wait! Is that blood?
It might be a tad
And now I'm dead
It made me so glad