Dear Good girl,

I look at you and remember me, an old me, a past me.  You walk back straight, proud and with your innocence in-tact.

I don’t envy you but instead would like to contribute my services as a reminder to you. For as Eve, I was no differently influenced by temptation. In a world filled with people only looking to service themselves. I, too servicing them.

I wish someone stopped me. I wish someone tried to be there for me, as I was them. I wish I too, was still a good girl. I’m not any longer. I now, a grown girl, a big girl, a woman.

I, no longer able to call myself a good girl.

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