Jump to content

Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!


Recommended Posts

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?


  • Thanks 1
Link to comment
Share on other sites

  • Create New...