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I'm stupid.
I've fallen for the same pitfalls
that I sighted in
the distance
and said that
I was too smart
I was too ambitious
my potential was too great
to fall for them
and yet
I've fallen.
I hurt everyone with whom I come in contact.
I use people up until
I'm bored
and then I discard them
and move on,
and then I cry
because
I'm alone.
I'm stupid
for writing this as a poem
because it's a really bad poem.
It's just proof
that I'm self-indulgent -
extrapolate that
and you've got the proof
that whatever I said in here
is true!
And on top of that
this is a first draft,
and I'm too lazy to re-read it
or re-format it
yet I expect you all to read it
and comment
or whatever?
So self-indulgent
as to press "enter"
every so often
and change this into some sort of semblance of verse. Maybe I only write this to prove to 
myself, argue to myself, how awful I am, so that I can continue to act stupidly, in my own 
interest, and use people up, less as an unfortunate event and more as "business as usual." 
Wow, there's a lot of clichés in this poem! Oh well. I'm not going to fix them. Hey, aren't you 
bored by this yet? Aren't you upset that you read this far? It's like I've sent out some sort of 
sentry to do my dirty work of being an obnoxious, stupid individual when I'm not around to 
do it myself. And see how I re-formatted this to not be in verse but to be prose after I 
acknowledged how arbitrary the parsing the wording into verse was? Did I fool you, however 
briefly, into thinking that maybe it was an interesting choice? Well, it's not! It's really an 
uninteresting choice. See, I did put a little bit of effort into the spacing it into verses back 
when I was doing it. Am I trying to bore you away from reading this? Why am I so self-
deprecating? Can I truly be so self-centered if subconsciously I'm trying to get you to not 
pay attention to me? Is it self-conscious if I've acknowledged it? Wow, this has really fallen 
apart. Oh well. Anyway, I'm stupid, blah blah blah, I'm the worst, but really, I do feel this 
way, and am constantly lamenting (ooh, poetic-sounding word!) this fact. Otherwise, or 
maybe notwithstanding that, this has been a waste of time for all of us!
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