Here’s a poem I wrote about Paint a while back. I posted it in the Discord around 2023, so I think I wrote it that year. Anyway, if you’re old-old, you’ll super get it, and maybe it rings true with the current members.

It was our home
And there was comfort in numbers
And there was a thriving community
And there was an outcast in everybody
And there was a sense of security

When the world was too much
And we needed a break
And we needed a friend
And we needed to talk
And we needed a hand

We gathered together in groups
And we thought we were tough
And we thought we were cool
And we thought we were adults
And we thought we weren’t fools

We made our own fun through the web
And we laughed together
And we cried together
And we chatted for hours together
And we stayed up way too late altogether