I was outraged at my friend, I told her my vengeance. My rage didn't end. He betrayed me, as a foe does.
Years go by I aroused a poisoned tree. I watered it with my tears. Night till early dawn. My smile was its sunshine.
I grinned at it even though, my wrath was brewing within my soul. I gave the tree every last bit of my soul.
One day a prince notices the apple. The apple which I've been cast into. The apple looked delicious. It was gorgeous and flawless.
Whoever decided to pluck that apple from that tree is a fool. He the prince, was the one who took my heart away.
When he plucked that apple it shined, at then he knew it was mine.
It was me.
Into my garden, I've been cast for centuries, the one true love, the one foe, once came again.
He reached out grabbed the apple. At then the apple arose into a figure of me... at then I was myself anew.
The night wailed the morning's sing. In the daylight, I see my foe. Who previously, was my prince beneath the tree. Rotted like all apples do, when they drop.
At- last, I got my vengeance, the prince became the dead apple.
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