Sometimes the cup of guilt that was once standing,
gets knocked over by the overload of compliments, spilling its content.
But there is only a millisecond of intense guiltiness and then it flows back to the drains, disappearing.
And as time goes by, memory fades, copied items would be passed off as your own.
That's when you become clueless about what you've done.
Why fill the cup of guilt in the first place?
Why copy and pass off as your own?
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Irrelevant yet intriguing philosophies anthology. Non fiction.
Non-FictionThere are metaphors and philosophies as stated in the title. However, they are mostly in a poetry format but unpoetry like, since my writing skills aren't that advanced to convey my philo-so-deep messages and fit to a rhyme scheme at the same time...
