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I want someone with secrets,

That nobody know,

I need a gangsta,

To love me better,

Than all the others do,

To always forgive me,

Ride or die with me,

That’s just what gangsters do♥️♥️♥️

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Brian sipped his beer and sighed. He was watching his nineteen-year-old granddaughter struggle with the Christmas lights.

“Bella,” He called out in his old, husky and low-pitched voice.

“Yes, grandpa?” 

“There’s almost a month more to go, honey. Plus, you don’t really…do this stuff. Ever.”

“I know.”

“Are you okay?���

“I am trying to be okay. I am trying to break free.”

He didn’t really know what was going on in her life, but he sure did understand that a boy named Cole, who was a frequent visitor since four years, was now nowhere to be seen.

That night, Bella couldn’t sleep. She ended up cleaning out her closet and throwing away unnecessary items. She laughed at every wilted petal, every tainted card and every piece of poetry he had ever given to her.

She would press and shoo away all the memories that knocked on her eyelids.

She danced on ‘Billboard top 40′ at midnight, even though all her Spotify playlists were old Rock and roll and metal.

‘I am breaking free.’ She texted her concerned best friend.

There was a week to go, and this year, exceptionally, Bella had put up all the lights, helped her mother in making the cookies and had helped her father with sledge-making.

She had been extremely excited, and she’d even gone shopping for ‘christmassy’ stuff this time.

From the last six years, she’d suggested online shopping for each and everything. This year, she was walking with her boots on and was dragging her little, resenting siblings along.

That evening, as she wore her new sweater and sat down near the fireplace to watch the football game with her father, she told him she was breaking free.

She enjoyed the whole game thoroughly, and cheered for the wrong team, and laughed at herself in the end.

She helped her mother prepare the dinner. She had got really good at cooking this month.

She watched as her family started to pour in, and she smiled at each and every one of their faces.

She could feel the warmth filling each part of her dented spirit, and she cuddled it with whole of her heart.

They sat at the table, and started eating. Everyone appreciated the chicken Bella had roasted, and she smiled.

It was 1 A.M, and she was in her front yard, watching the Christmas tone down.

“Bella?” Her grandfather stepped out in the bokeh, and sat beside her.

Her face was buried in her sleeves, and she was sobbing.

“What happened, baby girl?

“I did it.” She stammered, “I broke free.”

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Oshee.

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