She is pain

She is hurt

She is anger

And like the flowers you crush

And burn to dust

She will find a way to grow again.

Beware the girl that would tear herself apart when she has nothing left to lose.

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Astrid Berges Frisbey

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Anything you recognize belongs to Suzanne Collins - Terra Combe and anything else original belongs to me.

Plagiarism will not be taken lightly as it is considered a serious offence- same being said if you have seen this story done similarly before.

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This book will contain scenes with blood, violence and torture. If this triggers you, please be advised that this is not the book for you!

(How descriptive idk because i haven't written it yet but please be careful regardless because I'm a bit of an airhead and will probably forget to put a warning later on)