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❝ you let me know there's nothing in this world ❞
❝ i can't do. ❞
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MANY PEOPLE FIND AMONGST THE OBSTACLES OF A SOCIETY A DESIGNATED HOBBY THAT THEY SHALL, AND ARE OBLIGED TO practise until the shadow of death greets them while they lie at their stoned and silver tomb. An occupation represented and reflected the insides of a character, the depths of their bones.
I discovered that the beauty of a kill was what satisfied my soul, so I drowned in it until I considered it reached perfection. Consider this a challenge, or not, but I promise that I could make my blade puncture the centre of your obsidian pupil if I try. It's not a threat, merely an observation.
It feels good to be able to say that I am better than anyone else at something, whether it's in the art of drawing or killing. Lines are blurred when the outcomes of situations differ. People tend to find it surprising someone like me became the most skilled killer in Twelve. On the contrary.
I know the world and its quirks, and I am fully aware that I don't have a designated place in it. In a forest, you can be anything that fulfils your most passionate desires and wants. Everything has a purpose in nature, just like anyone can choose its own fate.
I don't believe in the cowardice of letting others dictate you with their golden stick and velvet, plush throne. Only the specks of the stars can control your shine, if you are worthy of it.
Sure, problems will also violently and shamelessly strike you down, cause for the familiar river of salt to seep out of your irises. Building a facade that will shield you from harm of cuts is part of survival. Revel in it, while you still can.
I'm a rose, with thorns that will transform you body into a cascade of maroon blood if you deserve my curse. The deer didn't, but I have the common flaw of prioritising my needs over others.
It is really a flaw, though? Or does it represent my clearness of mind and determination to continue my regular pattern of breath in this world.
However, my family doesn't exist in this world of mine. Call me selfish, Alice in Wonderland didn't have her family follow her down the rabbit hole, did she? She saved an entire universe through her ambition and creativity, and I shall do the same.
Though, despite all of this, I do believe that I was put on this earth to dedicate my decisions so they shall protect my little sister, Primrose Everdeen, from the jab of the cruel people. Maybe it's just the melody of love, that guides me to do anything in my power to help my sister, an angel that deserves to fly with other perfect souls.
Despite our genes beating the same rhythm, I can never say my heart is as pure as hers. Mine is submerged with blood that I can't wipe off, while hers radiates of gold.
