A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession. // Albert Camus
Quick-write a confession in 150 words or less.
Admittedly, I was more than relieved to be moving on from this place. All the while that last day I nodded my head in agreement that “Yes, I will return” to those I was leaving behind, who all ready missed me. But I knew I wouldn’t. It would be too much. This time spent in the trenches of the great American underbelly had taken its toll. I was lucky though because I had chosen to be there and was able to just walk away. This was not so for the others which made my leaving bittersweet on so many levels. As I packed my belongings and walked, nay, ran toward my freedom, I knew my time there was a brief pause in my life I will eternally cherish.
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