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Pandora saved me
And after the chest was opened, with all of the evils unleashed -
Each one a dreadful monster, each one a horrible beast,
What remained behind seemed so small, its power appearing to be least,
Was Hope, in its miniscule beauty - for the desperate heart, a feast.
Though I may now feel pangs of desolation, though my soul is pulled to strain,
That indispensible spark of Hope soothes my heart's deepest pain.
And though at time it seems hidden, I can very easily make it plain,
Like the sun bursts through storm clouds to refract all colors from the rain.