Not comforted by human words, by hugs, by whispers,
Untouched by kindness and friendly concern,
But soothed by black words on a bright, white screen,
Frozen pictures: heartless and icy friends,
Yet friends that do not falter and do not ever betray.

Hard hearted in the face of a friendly visitor,
Still crying under the embrace of a family’s arms,
But soothed by those unknown and untraceable,
Meaningless names: pen names, usernames,
Yet names that hold no more bad memories.

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