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Creeps hurt inside. Who is the creep in your life? "When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world I wish I was special You're so f***ing special But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here" (Creep by Radiohead) "That evening hour which for believers is the time to look into their consciences is hardest of all hours on the prisoner or exile who has nothing to look into but the void" (Camus 172). Camus, Albert. The Plague. 1948. Trans. Stuart Gilbert. New York, New York: Random House, Inc., 1972. Print. lyrics: www.azlyrics.com
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