What am I?

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I don't know what to say right now. I guess, you could say I'm a player. I mean, people call me a slutty fat ass whore anyways, so why does it matter. They say, "damn you just got your heart broken, but you still smiling, you a dirty ass player." I just smile at them, I smile. 



I've always smiled.




But it's never real, well it was once, a long, long time ago. When i was where I belonged. In the town I grew up in. With the friends I've known forever and trust with my life. 


With the love of my life, who is hurting inside and blaming herself for everything. 


But, when she ever gonna learn? It ain't your fault sugar. I want you to know that. It ain't never been your fault. So stop blaming yourself. 


Ya know I mean it, seeing as I went back to my roots there for a minute. But, I need to let her know. Will she read it? Hear my voice? 


I was happy when I was with you. 


I'm sorry I couldn't help with your troubles, and that I caused some of them. Especially with that huge medical scare. Heh, heheh, I'm so so sorry. 

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