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Durere de om Sunt ură, inger crescut din humă Înlanțuită îmi este inima Sîngele pulsează nervos prin vene Afară e asfințit și totul a murit Apusul meu a venit și ochii mi-s-au închis Viața sau moartea- toate sunt efemere În orice clipa poate să îmi arda sufletul Unde nu aș pleca, moartea mă urmărește În uitare doresc să mă ascund Căci am pierdut totul intr- o clipă Păgîn îmi este sufletul Doresc să ating paradisul Fiecare din noi își alege destinul Sunt un Dante ce și-a creat propriul infern
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What if you were reaped for the Hunger Games? Would you kill others? Would you hide? Would you fight? Would you die? Would you live? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hi, I'm Elena Callaway. I'm fifteen years old and today is the Reaping. What if my younger brother or I was reaped? Would our mother survive this after my father's death twelve years ago? Would we survive? Then, my name is called. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All rights to the Games belongs to Suzanne Collins. All I wrote was the characters and plot.

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