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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ you'll always be on my list / of all the good things that i miss ❞
THINGS THAT I MISS / AWFULTUNE.
﹙ chapter nineteen, act two ; sick children ﹚ mara cayden.
victor's village, district eleven. october, 70 att.
ANOTHER TWO MONTHS SLOWLY BLEED INTO EACH OTHER, IN A SIMILAR FASHION TO THE FIRST. Like blood flowing into the water and staining everything; the latest victor has survived another eight weeks. Eight weeks of headaches, needles, knives, and hiding from her own face, her own memories. Eight weeks of kneeling over, retching up everything in her guts; of tear stains and silent screams. Of shutting down the few people who want to help.
