Only remember: I am not the ease, but the end.I am not to blind you, but to find you.What you think is the sirens singin — Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

Only remember: I am not the ease, but the end.I am not to blind you, but to find you.What you think is the sirens singin — Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

Only remember: I am not the ease, but the end.I am not to blind you, but to find you.What you think is the sirens singin — Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

Only remember: I am not the ease, but the end.I am not to blind you, but to find you.What you think is the sirens singin — Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

Only remember: I am not the ease, but the end.I am not to blind you, but to find you.What you think is the sirens singin — Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

Only remember: I am not the ease, but the end.I am not to blind you, but to find you.What you think is the sirens singing to lure you to your doom is only the voice of the inevitable, welcoming you after so long a wait. I was made only for you.

— Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

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