But the only thing that distracts me from my current situation is fantasizing about killing President Snow.

It’s not wondering what I breathe in, but who, that threatens to choke me.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

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The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.

And then, if you make it to bedtime, you feel the joy of cheating death out of one more day," she said. "Do you see?