We sit and we type and we stare at our screens
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means
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With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone as we sit in a daze
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We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form and gang up on our foes
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We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition but it is always the same
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We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In PM's we chat deeply and reveal why we hurt
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We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships will flourish and grow
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Why is it on screens, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets that have never been told
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Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see as though we were blind
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The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell
We all have our problems and need someone to tell
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We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter' and to those we can trust
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Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are *Friends Without Faces* with odd little names.
~ Author Unknown ~