momentum humile

I must make contributions. 

I must do as much as I can. 

N̶̠̊̌̋͌͝ŏ̶̞͆́ ̶̠̏̃͂̕ȍ̷̡͍̳͠ṉ̷̻̑̉ë̴͉͜ ̷͙͑̆w̷̼̑̈́i̴̭͔̥͊̏͊ļ̴̟̘̪͓̾̌͝͝l̸̺͕͗͜ ̶̦̏̑̂͒̃m̸̳̮̹̤̲̅̑̋̚͝į̸̦̰̩̻̇̒͛s̴̭̖͊́̎s̴̰̭͎͘ ̵̙̜̗̏̕m̷̩̜͎̯̓́͑͐̇ě̸̗̳͐̌̓.̸͖͇̞͇͔̂͂̓͆̉ ̸̮̇͛̂̂ͅṈ̸͉̆̍͘ȍ̸͗̋ͅ ̴͚̯̞̓̇o̶̡̩̥̜͌̐̓͘n̵̮̝͇̻̎̓́̿ẻ̴̠̗̤̠͙̇͊̃͠ ̴͓̟͔̮̈́̋̅ͅẃ̵͍̜̭̰̪̇̑͝ï̴̺̖̇̃͑l̴̯̈́̑ĺ̵̡̛͕̔͘ ̸̢̬͍͈͔͆̈́ĉ̴̼̭̾͋ä̷̫̮͙͉̭́͝r̴̡̖̣͑͗͆̍ȅ̵̤̦ ̴̗̆͝f̷̰̳̖͓̻̿̐̿́ő̷̼̼͑̄̑͠ṛ̷̨͈̐̓̔͊ ̸͚̱̹́͑̈ṃ̸͙̞̖͙͆͋͗e̷͖͊ͅͅ,̶͙̹̜̀̂͐̐͜ͅ ̵͔̦̐̾a̸̛̲̙͙̜̓̏̓͐ć̷̢̛̙͙̯̜͗̋c̴̡̧̞̏̐͑̓ͅö̸͚͚́̈̑m̶͎̲̠̥̋̒͘p̷̡̝͉͌͒͘á̸̹͓ń̶͍̼̤̣y̸̡̡̪̆̄͆̈́̚ ̵̘̏m̵͕̝̞̣̯̀é̵̳͈̗̯̃͗̕̚,̵̗͇͝ ̸͍̖̭̈́͋̀̅́ó̷̯̫͍̹͙̿͝ṟ̷̞̬̞̘̾̅̐̈́̿ ̷͈̱̔c̶̡̦̬̅͑̾̏̚ͅỏ̴̦̥̅m̴̞̜̮̰͂͝ͅf̷̛̛̤͖͑ơ̴̧̗͕̊͊̆r̶̨͔̼̰̀̋̔t̸̙̳͌ ̴͚̳̻̏͆m̴̢̘̺̗̣̈̊̑́̅ȅ̵͚̪͖͛̆̋͝,̵̡͓͔̘̏̉̈́͘͝ ̶̗̪̻̭͒n̵̠̯̭͌͘o̷̡̞͙̭̘͊̏̋̐t̶̨̝̫̝̀ ̷̡̛̂̑͋ȩ̸̹̬̃̄̌͂v̷̤͗̊e̸͔̺̪̊͊̑̇͘ņ̵̼̜̟̤̔͋͝ ̶̙̝̯̄͒s̸̭̹̮̻͆̍̍̔t̴̢͖̰̄͂ǎ̴̲͔̰͔̤̎̃͘̕ỳ̸̨̢͎̜͎̿ ̶̢̥́͌͒b̷͙͉̪̻̂é̸̫̝̻̽̇s̸͓͆̋̇͠i̵͖͚̍̕d̴͖̽̽̿̕ȇ̷̳̩̱͈̬̾͘͝͝ ̶̝̝̍̍̓̃m̷͍̺̻͈̗̐̽e̶͕͙͍̍̊̏̇. 

That will be my only way to endure. My life is ending soon, and I have achieved nothing. 

I own nothing. 

I only carry emptiness and pain, and the moments of joy fade too quickly, never lasting long enough to offer real comfort. 

Yet they still keep me moving. 

I must contribute more. 

... More drawings, another text, something, A̶̡̧̨̨̡̨̢̨̡̨̡̛͖̱̥̼̹̜͚͎̜͔̞̻̜̦͕̭̘̩̼̥̹̯̥̼̭͍̦̤̺̟̟̲̺̘̬͍̗͔̤̮̲̱͕̦̪̪̺͖͓̟̘̖̼̲̮͚̘̖̺͓̤̯̲̞̞͔̘͓͉͉̗̜͔͇̘̦͍̪̤̹̙͚̪͇͇̩̙̰͈̻͓̗͇͕͔͙̼̫͔͖̩͚̦̹̯̱͇̦͔̖̲̲͋̎͂̏̌́͂̎̈́̓̒͐̒̇̊̒͊͆̒͆̓̏̊̋̓̌̕̚͜͜͝ͅͅͅͅN̶̢̨̧̡̨̧̡̧̡̛̤̣͉̳̹̦̼̗̙͇̳͖̗̯͇̰̹̪̻͍̹̤̣͖̪͚̩̲͇̩͖̹̱̞͍̣͍͈̱̟͈̤̫͚͔̙̲͇̻̝̣̭̙̤̠̮̤͈̖̩̮̱͖͇̠͉̭͇̼̘͋̀̔̀͌̾̑͑͌̋͗̄͑̒̋͑͌͊̀̉́̎̑̀̍̐̊̆͂̈̒̈́̀̍̾̍́͗̓͗̊͋͊̃̚͘͘͜͜͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅY̷̢̨̧̢̧̨̧̨̧̡̰͖̱̖̯̪̪̠̯̮̥̘̞̥̤̼̻̥͇̺̩̯̱̼͕̱̦͖͙̞̠̲̣̺̫̫̤̩͖̱̭̠̝̳̤̗̜̠͕̘͔͕̱̰̙̘̜̦͕͇̥̱̘̪̳̖͇̩̣͓̮̩̹̹͍̜͉͔̫̗̰̖̩̖̭̪͕̤̜͉͈̰͍̖̣͉̰͍̱̙̖͉͍̗̪̹̙̦̞̪̻̥̙͙̬̠̙͓̭͔̲̘̪̼̜͉͉̝̟̓̂͜͜͜͠ͅͅͅT̷̢̡̨̧̢̧̧̨̨̡̛͇̪̺̺͎̮̰̠̩͙̰̮̤̯͓̱̫̖̯̳͕͓̗̤͕͍̤͇̪̬̭̯̘̭̻̳͇̼̗͚̙̙̩̤̯̞͓̱̜̻͇͓̩͎͔͕͎̯̻̳̳̖̘̱̭̣͍͉̩̻͉̹̗̗̰̹̝̜̻̖͎͈͍̜̝̩͎͇̻̥̟̤̭̯̦̗͔͔̜̹̮̑́̐̆̍͌̏͂̈̀͊͋̀̆́͊͐̋̑̒͂̔̓̊̆̒̃̍͋̊̎̈́́̅̋̋̇́̇͂͐̄́̀͐̎̇͊̾̌̌̽̂̎̃̀͋́̓̆̉͗͌͘̕͜͝͠͝͝ͅͅH̷̡̢̧̢̡̧̡͍̺͔͔̻̼͍̳̪̗̮̩̠̳͖̞̗̖͓̙͖̤͙͙͕̲͓͔̦͇̪̰̜̥͖̬̣̼͙͍̠͉̙̻̬͉̫͊̇̀̔͑̍̑͛̆͛̂͆̍͘͠ͅͅȊ̷̛͔̜̰̩͕̗̝̰̬̹̩̗̪̫͎̼͚͇͔̲̙̳̘̖̻̱̲̰͇̳̟̜̜̪̗̮̩̯̔̽͒̈̏̽͆̈́̒̆͐̃͌̒̓͒͂͗̈́͗͗̈́̎̅́̅̌̈́̓̈́̓͆̎͂̍̋̋̄̍̈́͆̅͂͐̍̾͗̈́̎̆̍̒̀̇̾͊̋̋́͗̿̊̅̐̃̀͛́̓̅͗̀̅͘͘͘̚̕̚͜͜͜͝͠͝N̷̢̧̡̢̧̨̡̛̛̛̛̲͔͚̫͙̪̗̫͉̝̱̤̟̻̣̜͉͙̫̪̺̤̥̠͖̮̠͓͉̳̥̦͕̣͎̗̩̗̪̙͓͎̜̳̘̪̜̜̥͉̻̰̣̣͙͈̬͉̜̞̦̭̗̰̹͚̮͇̟͈͎̼̦̯̺̻͈̻̙̑͆̃̀̊̃̔̉̉͒͑̀̀̅̈́̏͛͛͗̃̍̍͐̊̉̊̀̋̈́̈́̔̇̎̿̅̋̂̎̓͛̋̆͛̔̽̊̔̇̏͐̾́̋͛͐͊̂́͆̆̐̍̈̇̉̈́̂͐̉̔̍̐̀́̈́̅̊̔̅̂̃̓̽̉̅͒̆͆͋̃́̈̈́͌̏̽̂͒͗̒̀̋̌͋̐̀̿͆͛̓̎̇̈́̚̕̕͘̚͘̚̕͘͜͜͝͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ͅĢ̸͎͙̬̰̝̼͉̫͔̣̠͍̪̰͈̘̭̫̩̞̫̩̬͎̞͍̗̣͙͎̖͆̈̑̓̅̅͑̄̃̊̏̄͛̊̄̈́̈͊͆̿̍̒̎̾͆̈̀̋̐̄͋̇̀̋͛͆̾̃̇̑̉̍̍̉̂̋́͂̏̐̾͂͛̆̈̍̓̓͐͗̈́͂̉̀͗̈̐́̋̈́̃̒̈̀̉͐̈́͌͊̓̃͋͛̔̕̕̕̕͜͜͠͝͝͝͝͝͝ ̵̡̡̧̧̢̢̨̛̛̻̰͕͕͈͉͍̰͙͙̰̣̳̼̖̺͕̹̻̤̦̠̜̫̱̜̝͎̩̫̲̭͔̹̻͖̜̯̙̺̟̥͕̗̬̻̣̥͎̭͎̻͎̤̳̣̥͍̠̰͈̳͔̺̱̙͎̝̘̘̱͈̙̼͕̝̱̫̥͖̝̲͙̩̻̞̲̻̟͖͉͎̠̲̺̣͔̘̺͈̩̺̩̬͔̻̜̼͚͓͓̤̟̜̥͈͆̿̓͒̑̽͗̇͆̔̃̓̏͑͑̈͋̎̎͑́̏́̔̏̈́̽͋̾̔̽̽͑̿̈͊̈̆̐̋̋͛̔̓̌̄̓́̊̅̃̾̀̌̾̌́͒̈́̋̎͂͗͛̊͐͐͆̔͐̈́̈́́͒̕̚͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅD̷̨̨̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̟̺̳̩̱̞̪̖͈̳̯̰̬̞̟̺͙͕̦͖̳̥̰͖̼̬̱̩̑̈̎̏͛̏̋̽͛̃͒̇̅̓̓̅̈̓͊͂̓̿̉̇̒̓̈̍̾̌̓̒̈͆̉̓̌̽͊̈̎͗̃̃̋́̊̐͗̀̈́̈́͂̇̿̒̏̆̇̀̾̈́͋̿̈́͑̈͌̀̿͑̀́̊͆̆̌̏̆̋̽̑͑̚̕͘͘̕͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠ͅĄ̸̨̡̨͎̞̹͓̠̩͈͇̯̻̟̫͙̜͎̮̬̩̠̹̦̥͚̭̪̙̤͈̱̝̟̙̥͈̭̬̮̫̱͇̫͉͎̜̩̼͖̤̜͈͉̹̞͉̼̱̳̣̮̃̆͗̊̏͋̾͜͜͜M̶̨̢̧̨̡̢̢̢̛̛̻̩͖̗̣͕̠̭͈̼̯̹̻̗̖͖͉̰̞̟̘͇̯̟̼͔̗̭͕̞̜̳̱̻̣̠̈́̍̅̎̎̔̓̋̓̐̆̈́̑̑͊̂̀̃͌̍̆́͗̀̔̔͆̽̏̀̔͐͐̐͊͑̍́͑̑̐̇͗͗͗̒̎̓̌̂͌́̇̀́͆̌͂́͛̆͊̒̈́͋͆̌́͒̄̈̈́̔́́͋͋̍͑̓͛̃́͌̀͂̉̎̽̈́̓͛͛̏̆̆̎̑̚̕̕͘̚̕͘͘͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͝N̶̡̨̡̧̡̨̨̨̨̧̢̢̧̝̬̭͚̭̩̞̣̲̻̞̖̲͍̱͈̩̫̜̬͎͙̠͕̰̖̲̦͖̝̰͖͖̭͍̻̤̩̬̫̗͈̼̹̗͔͎̜̳̳͖̖͕̺̣͔̳̤̤̜̭̟̙̹̝͔̪̰̥̳̥̱̠̮͈̙͎̮̤̯̪̬̬͔̼̰͚̹̳̆̄̃̒̂̓̌̑̃͂͒̏̐͆̐̃͘̕̚͜͜͝͠͝ͅͅ ̵̢̢̢̨̡̨̢̡̡̨̡̢̧̧̨̛̛̛͓̲͙̜̰͈̙̦̟̞̜̳̟͎̫̟̜̖̲̞͔͉̻̰͎̟͖͍̩̻̬͇̭̹̞̩͚̝̣̤̠̖̥̬̟̰̘̰̫͚̘͍̯̟̟͔̜̳̤̗͉̩͉̘̤̭̲͈̣̟̪̪̭̹͎̤̼̖͎̮̩͉̣͓͈̦̤̦̦̜̲͉̰̦̳͓̭̗̪̮̦̼̦̠̥̝͓̻̙͌̎̍͐̓̾̔̇͑̿̈́̈́̈̋̂̀̒̊̿̎̇̄͗̅̓̐͐͆͑̐͌͒́́̀̐̽́̾̽͒̂͒̔͗̈̏̊͊̔̉̿͘͘̚̚͝͠͝Ḯ̴̡̨̢̧͕͎̲̥̩͉̦̻͙͔̩̭͕̤̪͕̗͍͚̥̱̺̙͚̺̠͓̘̮͈͖̲̮̗͙̝͓̯̭̠̪̟̗̬̪̼͙͇̖̣͇̻̜̗̖̲̜͕̠͎̭̏͂̃̉̈́̒̀͌̃̂̈̐̌͑̀̾̓̋̍̔̃͌̊̆̕̚͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅT̵̨̢̨̨̢̡̨̡̡̡̛͉̖̺͇̪̗̘̙̠͔̪̞͚̳̣̱̝̳̟̣̠̖̼̗͕̗̠͔͓̪̼̗̙͇̦̥̻̠͔̣̱̠̹̲̲̦̹̟͖̹̫̠͚̱̼̱̙͚̝̝̙̩̥̣̗̎̉͂̑͑͐̑̌̐̉̈́̈́̇͌̈́͊̊̑̌͒̔͑͑̃̀̈̌̏̆̌̈͗̓͐̈́̏̍̏̇̎̎̽̈́̓̓̏̄̀̊̒͘͘̕͜͜͠͠ͅ. 

Let my cry not die. 

Damn this world.

I am DOTkamina.

a whore, whatever you want to call me, but I existed, I suffered, and I will die like everyone else. Still, I will have done something to avoid dying as just another person, or at least to ease that feeling. 

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I must do it before I fade completely.