February sometimes is the longest month

My mother taught me no to be evil

Now she is dead 

My whole neighborhood heard me cry

But no one knocked my door

To be empty is never easy

To be full of crap is not better

It’s true I’m cold as ice

It’s true I’m hard as rocks

But sometimes I need to be hugged

Just to carry on walking

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