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We sit and we type, and we stare at out screen,
We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.
With our mouse we roam, throught the rooms in a maze,
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a
daze.We chat with each other, we type our woes,
Small groups we do form, an gang up on our foes.
We wait for somebody, to type our name,
We want recognition, but it is always the same,
We give kisses and hugs, and reveal why we hurt.
We do form frienships-but-why we don't know,
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
Why is it on screen, we can be so bold,
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind,
With 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 remains,
They are Unseen Friends, with odd little names.
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