My fevered ego caught a fever.
I found control and pulled the lever.
I found that words are only right
If they express my state of mind.
So verbose and unnecessary.
The novel grows just barely.
This competition has worn me down.
I'm fine with knowing I'm fine without.
And I would lie and I would plate
Up all these false truths I may fabricate.
I'm wrestling with my fevered mind
But when I mean what I say it comes out fine.
There's no explanation needed.
I think my quota I've exceeded.
No one likes a know-it-all.
I best put it to use lest I may fall.
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