~1998, Lord Voldemort, postmortem~
I read once that 7 is a lucky number.
It has never shown its luck to me.
I wanted to live forever, to live an infinity.
But I was born because of a girl who broke a boy.
I really died by her hand.
I made 7 horcruxes of my soul,
And 8 came instead.
One by one they all were destroyed,
except for the last one.
It created a double.
Over time and space,
The dementor's almost kiss
Brought to life a purity that no horcrux has ever known.
It lay around another girl's neck,
pure and true because
Her soul pierced through it
And my old heart did too.
In my moment of weakness,
That piece of my soul was made new.
And was preserved around her neck
till my heart beat grew still.
I am gone now, turning to dirt in the ground,
But an old new part that I envy so much,
Is whole and happy now and will live on.
8 never ends. There's no points or lines
That harshly, jaggedly break.
They circle around over and over.
They darken and strengthen and never shake.
Maybe 8 is infinite.
Maybe 7 is what I should hate.
Maybe 8 is the lucky number after all.
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