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Ricky is my little brother
Ricky is my nephew too
Ricky was my med-aide C.N.A.
Ricky's now a counselor
Who's trying to help me through

The warts I have on the inside
The room in my mind where I hide
With flowers perfection everything good
He knocks on the door
It opens as it should

What he sees is not the flowers
What he sees is not the powers
In the room that leaves me hidden
There's no perfection
Kid, are you kidding?

When perfection or at least good
Is what I strive for when I could
When 100% was just breaking even
When 150% is the goal I'm leaving
Far behind back there in that 20 year old mind

Broken nonprofessional girl
Putting up a wall with one hurl
Of the 100's of bricks
It takes to build the world
The world that spins as she's unfilled.

9/20/2014 1500 cj

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