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Who is this woman?  is a beautiful, sad poem written by a teenager who had taken lupron, a GnRHa drug

Wish I Had A Shoulder
 
Just one, that's not my own,
That I could cry on,
That would understand,
Cuz I'm 'fraid sometimes,
I'm sad sometimes,
I'm angry and fed up sometimes,
But I'm alone most times.

Wish I had an arm,
Just one that's not my own,
To hug away my fears,
Hug away my pain,
Sorrow and anguish,
But not one can I find,
Cuz I'm on my own most times.

Wish I had a smiling face,
Just one that's not my own,
Who could look at me,
And understand, reassure,
Smilin' eyes, trustin' eyes
Just to be there sometimes,
To care sometimes,
For I'm on my own most times.
                       Written by Fran.

 
Friends Without Faces
 
We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens. We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam,
through the rooms in a maze looking for something or someone,
as we sit in a daze

We chat with each other,
we type all our woes. Small 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 IMs we chat deeply,
and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships -
and 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 Friends Without Faces,
and odd little names. 

 

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