My Burden

My Burden:
As the taxi drove off I felt anxious, as well as a surge of hope, of letting go of my burden. I didn't really know what it was, to be honest. But I knew it was existing. It was latent.

I took out the letter and read the name again. Turning around on my heel, I consecutively looked at the paper in my shivering hands, then at my destination behind me... Clarity, clearness, lucidity, I miss you. I mentally deadpanned.
 

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