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I’m a Martian. I don’t know anyone on earth. Well, I didn’t know anyone back home either. I’m nobody. I’m you. I’m me. I’m her. I’m him. There is no gender. There is no there. There is no here. People are weird. I walk and see people talk with some flat boxes. 

I sit and people stand when there are sittable places for them.

People eat and I watch. 

I watch and people ignore.

You try to say something and people won’t listen.

She listens and there is too much noise to make sense of.

He shouts and people watch terrified. 

They die and people walk on their corps.

The end


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