East. I'll walk back to where I came from which is a home that was mine. And that home, is still mine. The blood rivers are still mine. The blood lakes are still. Mine. caption East. I. The bed is a partitioned framework. The very weak nightlight is the only limitation because without it I would like to spring off and run. But I don't want to be seen, not in this light. Not really. II. The borders shall speak for themselves. And the walls that we create shall pull themselves up. Every time we break them down and we build ourselves up, we only make a stronghold stronger on the walls.
