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Lost

Remind me,
 Who I am,
 What I wished to be.
 I who desired to do things differently,
 The world has slowly molded me.
 Corrupted by society,
 The spark has left me.

 My visions of drifting towards the sea,
 Fate has finally caught up to me.
 I lost everything,
 When I lost me.
— Jahleel Drigo, Feb 19, 2010

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Country/Region: VIR

Favorite Poets: “Withdraw into yourself and look. And if you do not find yourself beautiful yet, act as does the creator of a statue that is to be made beautiful: he cuts away here, he smoothes there, he makes this line lighter, this other purer, until a lovely face has grown upon his work. So do you also: cut away all that is excessive, straighten all that is crooked, bring light to all that is overcast, labour to make all one glow of beauty and never cease chiselling your statue, until there shall shine out on you from it the godlike splendour of virtue, until you shall see the perfect goodness surely established in the stainless shrine... Never did eye see the sun unless it had first become sunlike, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.”, Plotinus, The Enneads

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Jahleel Drigo

Jahleel Drigo

16 years ago

Thankz,,,

In truth I've always wanted to live the rest of my life doing something I love.This is one of my best work.Alot of me went into it