Placebo

Dec 31 '03    Write an essay on this topic.


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I find my self watching for her, the girl, the Placebo; the clone.
She could be my Ex all over again,
I could redeem my soul through this heavenly reincarnation.
I go outside to smoke just to see if she will be there, so that I can look at the face.
What a face, such resemblance- sisters!
What similarity in personality- Strength!
My Ex the one who stood up to me,
who knew me and yet loved me still.
I long for her, I long for her Placebo;
the thought of touching my Ex through her.

Losing my mind, convincing myself that one is the same as the other, that a fake is the same as the original.
I loved my Ex like no other,
and she haunts me in my loneliness.
The Placebo is the curse I am too weak to fight.
There are so many reasons not to want her;
so many feelings I can't resist.
The look in her eyes takes me back to another time,
another girl, that I could convince myself she is.
To stroke her hair and touch her face, a drug I couldn't kick.
It would set me back five years.
She, my Ex, is worth it, even for a copy.

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