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Lost

A little boy was walking down the street he something sticking out from under the playground, he walked over and picked it up. He examined it closely, at first he was unsure what it was but the more he looked at it he realized that it was a heart. The boy panicked, someone was walking around missing their heart, it was so cold out he wasn't sure how anyone could be warm without their heart. The boy wrapped the heart up in his scarf and took it home with him. He placed it on his bed under the covers to keep it warm. The boy's parents never knew about the heart, because each day the boy would place it in a box and slide it under his bed. As the boy grew older he went out searching for who the heart could belong to. But he never told anyone what he was trying to return, the heart was his secret possession. One day the boy, who was now a man, realized that the heart had more color to it then the day before. The boy gave up everything to find who the heart belonged to, he gave up finding love and he gave up on trying to be loved. All he could think about was the heart and how no one knew about it but him and he wanted to keep it that way. So the boy built a small structure around it, made of bricks to guard the heart from any intruders or people who might want to steal it for themselves. Once the heart was safely walled up, the boy went on with his mission of finding who the heart belonged to. The boy never checked on the heart to see if it was still gaining color anymore, he just kept it inside its brick box. The boy spent his whole life trying to find who the heart belonged to, only right before he died did he realize that it was his. Years later, long after the house the boy had owned was destroyed, another young boy found the brick box. On the outside was written 'don't waste your time with what is inside live your life to the best of your ability and find someone to love.'