“It was all for the Games,” Peeta says. “How you acted.”
“Not all of it,” I say, tightly holding onto my flowers.
“Then how much? No, forget that. I guess the real question is what’s going to be left when we get home?” he says.
“I don’t know. The closer we get to District Twelve, the more confused I get,” I say. He waits, for further explanation, but none’s forthcoming.
“Well, let me know when you work it out,” he says, and the pain in his voice is palpable.
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meet my gf.
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i think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy
because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless
and they don’t want anybody else to feel like that
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when its not one thing, its another.
reminder to self: cant trust anyone.
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High School Student gives a lesson to its teacher at Duncanville
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—Falling
Falling - The Civil Wars
Please, please tell me you know
I’ve got to let you go
I can’t help falling
Out of love with you
“worry about everyone but me and I keep losing myself”
that part hits the most.


