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May 2021
They call me cruel and cold
But all wicked things start from the innocence
After the hell...that I lived in for years...all alone
I fell in love with you
I was a queen living in the world of monsters
You were just a prince living in a dreamy world of yours
I decided to **** those...who wanted you dead
All your enemies...obstacles...were mine
But...despite that...you decided to **** me in the end...
Because...you were in love with the princess...her voice...her beauty...her everything
I could be her...but your eyes were perfectly blind to see my beauty
Being kind to animals and sing for them was not that of a big deal..
But I asked myself  what kind of love it was...?
if you wanted me to change...
I realized I couldn't sacrifice myself for your happily ever after
I am not a princess...you could find wandering in your kingdom's jungle
I am a queen....ruling her kingdom
So...how dare you...decide to **** me...
to please your princess...to mark my death as a symbol of your bravery?
I got it.... I am a Queen...I deserved a King
Not a mere prince
And after living in hell for years
Dear, believe me...I am use to the beautiful screams
So I couldn't care more...and I killed you and your princess...
Remember...I was always a Queen...it was you who said me evil...
'The Evil Queen'...well...it flatters me!
But...when centuries will pass...they will narrate our tale...
They would **** me in the end...as you wanted...
And you'll be the brave prince!
And this was all because...
I couldn't sacrifice myself for your happily ever after...
It's just my opinion...that the evil queen is not always evil...
These verses are just sayings of an evil queen to the prince she tried to love...did everything for him...but he was not mature enough to understand...and loved the princess. He was in love with the outer beauty...and never saw the inner beauty...
I think judging someone by their words is not a good idea...waiting and trying to know them...can help us know them more...
Sometimes someone really needs our help...but they just don't know how to approach.
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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