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I would prefer, to refer, to my words, as the work, of a nerd, who's gone berserk and Disturbed, by the curse, of letters and the merge, that occurs, when the worse, ideas concur and conjure, a pattern, of cadence, the sentence, a splurge, of lyrical purge, relentless as river full surge, bursting the verge, of my nerves.

I'm on the verge, of an emergency, emerging affirmatively, from nearly being immersed permanently, in rhyming, I'm urgently, hurting, these thoughts are just vermin and are such a burden, to a person like me.