My friends say you don’t have a heart, not even the size of a dodo bird. 

I smile, with a long silence, for 7 years. 

Year 2, I get to know a perfume named Heartless;  it smells terrible also terrific, but holy after 2 days.

Year 2 and 57 days, my heart was stolen. I was not calm, but the smile stayed. I wonder who may be interested in such a small, cloudy stone.  

Year 11, everyone I knew was gone; they said no, they disappeared. I can no longer recognize them. Most don’t recognize me.  

My heart became crystal, the size of a pink Budgie egg. My last smile burst into laughters.

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