Creep - Karen Souza

Sometimes my own skin makes me cry too.
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I am, as ever, unsure why that is, or how come some random sweet-sadness engulfs me and envelops me and swallows me and chews me up and spits me out, like nothing at all has actually taken place and as if I imagined the whole darned thing.
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It must be a hormonal imbalance of some sort.
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Maybe I am cursed to be eternally pregnant. Seriously.
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This song is almost as psychotically peculiar as I am, methinks.

Especially this cover version, that always leaves me bewildered.
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Which might actually explain why I love it so much.

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Goodnight little Martians.