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Author's Note: Ok… it started out like this: what if Voldemort wasn't so cold-hearted on the inside? I mean, he had a past, didn't he? I'm quite sure he wasn't like this from the start. So like I say, read on and review!! I desperately need to read more reviews… no flames please… maybe the suggestions but no wild swearing and criticism…
Take away my pain unendingReader of thee emotion,
I cannot beg for a favor. I cannot beg at all. Yet, I cannot order you to answer me this request. I cannot command for I am no commander of unfaithful people to my order. Instead, I ask but not plead. I tell but do not kneel. I speak but I do not whine.
All I ask of you is that you free me from this undying lust for power. All I ask of you is that you take away my pain that has forever haunted me since my birth. All I ask of you is that you release me from this eternal torment I go through every damn day. All I ask of you is that you pull me away from this fate of mine. I ask you to save me.
I may be falling down from my position. I may be kneeling before you. I may be crying or pleading in front of your high and mighty form. But that is not true. I am Master. I never bow down to others that are lower than me. I control but I cannot control myself from holding my fate back from its endless tortures. I control myself and those that surround me. But my only weakness is the pain that I endure, the pain I have to endure for these years, months, days, hours, minutes, and seconds. My only weakness is that I have to force my pride out and my power outside this futile and worthless body of mine just to survive. My only weakness is this weakness that I have to endure—to live with the memory of my past greatness and terror.
I still ask you to take me away from all this. Break my accursed wand! Tear these blood-blackened robes! Rip out these burned eyes! Whisk my soul away from this torment. That is all I ask. That is all I need.
Thee emotion, my letter, my thoughts and words. Emotion, something I do not have in spirit or in physical form. It is something that everyone seems to have thought everyone has their own unique and pathetic form somewhere. It is my soul, my conquered land, my conquered souls, my everything. And I am Master of that except for myself.
I still say I cannot beg, whine, order fools. I still tell you that I cannot plead, kneel nor do I cry out for help. All that I ask is something that only the most foolish and yet pitiful person can do—to save me from this tremendously draining 'life' of mine. That is all that I ask… That is all that I need…
T. Marvolo Riddle
Lord Voldemort