Please tell me you understand Superman...I'm so alone here. There's no one to talk to. No shred of intellect exists with which to communicate my thoughts and feelings! Can you even imagine what it's like to be so different? So unique. So unlike anyone else. Must only Zibarro see the beauty in a sunset? Must only Zibarro search for poetry in this senseless coming and going?
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