You always hurt the one you love, the one you should not hurt at all; You always take the sweetest rose, and crush it till the petals fall; [x]
Because I’m selfish. I’m a coward. I’m the kind of girl who, when she might actually be of use, would run to stay alive and leave those who couldn’t follow to suffer and die. This is the girl Gale met in the woods today.
No wonder I won the Games. No decent person ever does.