Hungry For More

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The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.

The pencil moves across the page on its own. I open my eyes and see the wobbly letters. I KILL SNOW. If he’s captured, I want the privilege.

(via fuckyeathehungergames)

“They let you wear one thing from your district in the arena. One thing to remind you of home. Will you wear this?” Madge holds out the circular gold pin that was on her dress earlier. I hadn’t paid much attention to it before, but now I see it’s a small bird in flight.

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