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 someone,

to type out our name,

we want recognition,

but its always the same

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we give kisses and hugs,

and sometimes flirt,

in IMs we chat deeply,

and reveal why we hurt

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we do form friendship,

but why we dont know,

but some of these friendships,

will flourish and grow

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why is it on screen,

we can be so bold,

telling our secrets,

that have never been told

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why is it we share,

the thought in our mind,

with those we cant see,

as though we are blind

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the answer is simple,

it is as clear as a bell,

we have our problems,

and need someone to tell

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we cant tell real people,

but tell someone we must,

so we turn to the 'puter,

and to those we trust

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even though is crazy,

the truth still remains,

there are friends without faces,

and odd little names