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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530441" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode to Cindy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cindy was 15 <br>when she <br>decided<br>to run away<br>to Texas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Auburn hair, <br>fresh-faced, <br>freckled complexion. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vibrant and alive.<br>A raspy, sexy voice.<br>A trusting, sweet, <br>kind smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cindy was a <br>beautiful<br>youthful girl, <br>inside and out.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd smoke, <br>drink and <br>dream together, <br>while sitting<br>on <br>concrete steps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never lovers.<br>Just teens. <br>commiserating, <br>through blood-shot eyes.<br>While airplanes <br>passed above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Texas had<br>plans <br>for Cindy.<br>Big plans.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It gave her a pimp <br>and fucked her <br>til it hurt. <br>And fucked her <br>some more.<br>And it beat her, <br>over and over again. <br>Leaving her <br>youthful face (the money) <br>free from bruising <br>free from scars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That is, <br>until one day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day, about 2 years <br>after Cindy ran off<br>to Texas, there was<br>a knock at my door. <br>It was Cindy. <br>Not the Cindy I knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This Cindy had been <br>through a battle.<br>A battle for her life. <br>Beaten and broken.<br>A fragmented shell <br>of the girl<br>who wanted <br>to be a model.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The left side of <br>Cindy's <br>face, disfigured.<br>Beaten and paralyzed. <br>Her eye, hidden behind<br>swollen, plum-purple<br>and yellow pus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cindy didn't <br>deserve this fate.<br>No one deserves <br>her fate</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Texas had big <br>plans for Cindy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Awful, horrible plans. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Plans, that most <br>could never fathom. <br>And no amount <br>of living <br>could ever erase<br>her pain. <br>No matter how many <br>years may pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cindy will never <br>forget the pain<br>of her naive youth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Neither will I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Labbe">Tim Labbe</a><div class=q>
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when she 
decided
to run away
to Texas.

Auburn hair, 
fresh-faced, 
freckled complexion. 

Vibrant and alive.
A raspy, sexy voice.
A trusting, sweet, 
kind smile.

Cindy was a 
beautiful
youthful girl, 
inside and out.

We'd smoke, ..."></div>
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