EIGHTY SIX

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CORA PHILLIPS I hate it. I hate myself. I hate that everything in my life has to revolve around it. I hate so much. I wish.. I wish I could take charge of my life again, i wish I could do what I wanted without fear of stabbing someone in the eye. I wish I could do things like other teenagers and not worry about it. After all it is the most reckless phase of my life. But i can't. I can't be like other teenagers. I can't let it ruin me so I have to keep it in check, therefore keeping me in check. I want to scream at the unfairness of everything. Why Me?? Why??? I never asked for it. I didn't deserve this. Why? Why can't I feel nervous about a hunt simply because I didn't know if I will be scouted? Why do I have to be nervous because I was scared I would break down in front of people? "

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