A Piece of Chocolate Cake

May I have a piece of chocolate cake?

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A Piece of Love

There are lots of things I don’t understand
About myself
About other people

But I do accept my faults
And I do accept my ingenious stupidity

When it comes to love I don’t really know anything
What to feel about it
How to feel it

Oh yeah, the topic called “love” is something I really want to understand
What is love?
Can it be defined?
Can it be identified?

Even though I don’t really know
Or maybe unconsciously I just don’t want to know
I would still like to emphasize
That I still am interested about it

I like hearing love stories
How a person fall for somebody
How they express their “love” to each other
How they end up spending their whole life together

Hmm. Thinking about it
Maybe I’m just biased
Feeling something weird about time and existence..
And for some reason,
This hinders me from falling in love
Knowing what love is
What it’s all about

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