The True Meaning of Evil
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Ongoing, First published Jun 21
** I wrote this when I was 12. 

Most stories are always about the good guys. Always their point of view. Always how they defeat us "bad guys." But what if we had our reasons, too? What if we need our voices to be heard? Well, I do, that's for sure. I am Maleficent. People believe that I am just pure evil. So what? I can morph into a dragon. It's not like I'm the first one. People don't know something, though. They don't know the true meaning of Evil.
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