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Oct 2014
Within a room somewhere
Sits Pandora
Holding the box that
She opened long ago
When her heart was curious and naive

Now her heart is heavy
And tears fill her eyes
Hope is weak
Hope is shriveling
If only she hadn’t
Set loose the monsters

She wishes people
Saw hope
The way she does
Leaking out slowly
Filling the air
Pulsating, Shaking
Glowing

Maybe if they understood
They would hold on
Just a little longer
For their monsters
To die

Because in the end
The hero always wins
You just need to be there
To See it
Paxton Potter
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Paxton Potter  Gender Nonconforming/Maine
(Gender Nonconforming/Maine)   
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