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✧ ▬ ˋˏ 𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ˎˊ ▬ ✧ ❝ 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔 ❞ ༻#ˋ 。✩ 。ˊ#༺ in death we trust
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❝ i think i've seen this film before / and i didn't like the ending ❞
EXILE / TAYLOR SWIFT [FT. BON IVER].
﹙chapter twenty two, act two ; tragedy will prevail﹚ mara cayden.
darkmoor, district eleven. july, 71 att.
THE REAPING IS AS MORBID AS EVER. For most people, the realisation set in about a month ago, when summer truly started and the drawers opened, when tesserae could be exchanged for worsened odds. Though, especially with the latest victor hailing from their own district, the many cruelties of the games have been displayed more than usual. Anxiety has hung in the air like little flames just waiting for the right fuel to burn up into a wildfire ▬▬▬ and the reaping might as well be kerosene, fuelling the hysteria. Steadily, the glass balls have filled up with more and more slips of paper bearing desperate names, all culminating in just a few minutes.
