Story: May the odds be ever in your favour - The Hunger Games
Frantic feet
Pound the dry earth
Racing
From the hunter, fast pursuing
To be caught is to die
To endure pain
And the shame of knowing
That you have lost
Their twisted Games
Pound the dry earth
Racing
From the hunter, fast pursuing
To be caught is to die
To endure pain
And the shame of knowing
That you have lost
Their twisted Games
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