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00 ; EPILOGUE
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The scent of coal fills the air. The sky is greyish as the wind dances in my long brown hair.Even though my feet are touching the ground of District 12 I never felt further away from home.
He was my home.
My surroundings seem so similar, but I don't remind being here. I take a deep breath before I lean down to pick up one of the few flowers growing around the seam.
The buttercup flower leaves it's scent on my fingertips as I continue to stare into the grey sky, waiting for someone to shake me so I could wake up from my daily mind games.
I thought I won, but I'm not a winner. I'm a survivor.
