I. Am. Pandora.
The world is in my box, the box is in my hand. Are you afraid? I would be. I own your hopes. Your Dreams of Good. I am the Giver. I also take something in it's place. My box is always there, you are always there. You do not know it, I am living off your fears. Your hate, your agony.
I. Am. Pandora.
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