Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... And my arm... even my fingers... The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past!!

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This is my webbed site that I'm currently trying to figure out how to make. I had big ideas for what I wanted to do with it but I am learning that writing html is harder than I anticipated! Especially the way I've decided to do it. There are easier ways I could go about making a website but I've chosen this way, for some fuckin reason.