When You Wish Upon A Curse
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You think you know my story.
You think this a retelling of the tale you know as Sleeping Beauty.
How wrong you are to think it - you haven't the slightest clue about what truly happened. Forget everything you think you know - those are lies, lies I tell you. No matter how hard I myself try to believe in those lies, they, unfortunately, can never be the truth. The truth is all the more gruesome, all the more filled with darkness. The truth is full of incidents, full of deceit, full of trickery, full of magic - dark, wicked magic. But you all deserve to know, no matter how cider bitter unmasking the truth is.
This is my story. There is not a single lie.
This is what truly happened.
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