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