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How the Evil Queen came to be


I once wasn't so Evil you see.

I once wanted to be happy and free

but it was too late for me,for you see.

No one could love an Evil Witch like me.

 

They threw rocks and spit at my feet.

I watched as they yelled out, "WITCH" and burned my family.

I remember...I remember hearing the screams of their agony.

I cried out for help but they just pushed and laughed at me.

How was I so Evil, when they let my family Burn!

I learned young, that this world rejects what they don't care to learn.

 

Oh, how I detest these Humans!

If they wanted to see, how Evil I can be,

I'll do it, I'll become the Evil Witch they thought me to be.

For they were the ones to create the Monster in me.

Besides, I kind of do like the sound of being, HAHA

The Evil Queen.

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