Weight of frustration

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LEVI BANKS I managed to remain in the office till 5:30pm even though everything I attempted to do ended up getting filled with jargons and lots of errors. But at least, I succeeded in distracting my emotions for a while. “How was your day sir?” my driver, whom I'd called to come pick me up, said as I approached the car at a normal pace, ready to go home. “You don't need to know, just get in and drive” I replied bluntly, opening the car door for myself even before he could. Sighs.. Everyone just had to cope with my behaviour for now. “Sorry sir. I really hope you're fine though” he responded, still very much caring. We began the journey home seconds after he settled behind the wheels and all I did was tilt my head backwards and close my eyes while the cool breeze freely came in from

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