SWAN SONG; tom riddle

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dear tom,

          was it shame?

          did you do it out of shame?

          you couldn't live with yourself for loving a pathetic little girl unfit for a man of your likeliness so you killed me?

          you would think a girl jut as broken as the man she loved would be enough but it wasn't.

          i wasn't.

          funny how even now i still crave your approval. the scalding heat of your rejection is almost as unbearable as the infinite hellfire around me. almost.

yours,
florizel