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Sometimes I fear my mind is gone. That I truly had destroyed myself from the inside. It's the fear that drives me to take more of the drug. And then, once the adrenaline is coursing through my veins, I will realize that I am such a fool. So, I take some more.

Even after all these years the scars still remain. Not just the physical, but the mental ones. If I close my eyes and concentrate hard enough, I can still smell the stench of burning flesh.

The Capitol always teach lessons to their tributes. To the winners. They do it to break them down, to make them feel like they lost even though they have won. It's a cruel form of torture, one that always stays with you. The ones that do the most damage.

The one thing the Capitol had engrained into me over the years was that there is no such thing as good. Not anymore. They took it all away the moment the first Hunger Games was held. People are corrupted by greed, power, and madness. For a while I believed I was the only person who could see this, but I'm not that naive now. I am a fake. A coward. I can't even face the outside world without masking it and all its glory with the Morphling.

And now I see that I am wrong. You proved me wrong.

You showed me that there is still hope. You have shown me such kindness, something that the Morphling had destroyed a very long time ago. You are selfless, so very much so. Even after everyone else had given up on me, and my partner, you know. You know why we chose the coward's way out. And for that I will forever be grateful.

I am a shell. A shadow of someone who died long ago. I didn't even have to think twice about jumping in front of you. You don't deserve to die in these games. I had to do my part.

Even now, as I feel my blood soak through my garments, your face brings me hope. That one day people won't be so afraid of their past that they take to morphine. That there one day people may feel this thing called hope.

I can't bring myself to form the words I mean to say to you, I haven't been able to in such a long time. Yet, you know exactly what to say. You see the beauty of the colors, the way it can transform into anything you want. It's an escape. A temporary one, but still enough to make you forget about everything around you. Even your words are beautiful.

This is the most beautiful gift of all. So, I do the only other thing I can do, as a token of my thanks. Because for winter to become spring a flower must break through the snow.

And you shall do just that.

What do you all think of that? I won't lie, that was kinda hard to write... Hmm. I feel like I'm running out of people to write about, or maybe that's just me. I don't know. If you want to see a specific person in this just tell me in a review, PM message, etc.

Thank you!

xoxo