waves crash along the battered, lonely lighthouse
soldier on, soldier on
keep your heart close to the ground

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My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. 

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I’m walkin’ back down this mountain; With the strength of a turnin’ tide; Oh the wind’s so soft on my skin

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The berries. I realize the answer to who I am lies in that handful of poisonous fruit. If I held them out to save Peeta because I knew I would be shunned if I came back without him, then I am despicable. If I held them out because I loved him, I am still self-centered, although forgivable. But if I held them out to defy the capitol, I am someone of worth.
The trouble is, I don’t know exactly what was going on inside me at that moment.

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this is how we’ll sing

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ennobaria:

Keep your ey-eyes open

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