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What happened to the men who would greet a woman with a kind word? All I see now are grown boys with their moral lines blurred. I stand before you a simple female with a vastly deep and complex mind. Longing for the days of a more modest date in time. This world can be deceiving as it racks up debit toward a karmic curse. A charming smile opens up only to utter perverse. How can you hold your head up high After the image you finished painting in my mind? Just like a bad dream Such images can not be unseen. Everyone has an opinion. These are just a few of mine. Call me old fashioned if you want but I Am old soul longing for a more innocent place in time.