FRIENDS WITHOUT FACESWe sit and we type, and we stare at our screensWe all have to wonder, what this possibly means.With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a mazeLooking for something or someone, as we with in a daze.We chat with each other, we type all our woesSmall groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.We wait for somebody, to type out our name.We want recognition, but it is always the same.We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt.In PM's we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.We do form friendships - but - how, we don't knowBut some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.Why is it on screen that we can be so boldTelling our secrets, that have never been told.Why is it we share the thought in our mindWith those we can't see, as though we were blind.The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must,So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.Even though it is crazy, the truth still remainsThey are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.~author unknown~
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