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Deigo I’ve been up since yesterday morning. I haven't slept knowing that one of my men is capable of backstabbing me. None of them have ever gone behind my back. I’ve gone through the security footage when I spoke to the staff but I’ve got a long way to go. I need to talk to all my men individually hoping that I can tell a liar from someone who's telling the truth, friend from foe. I used to be so good at it but love can make you blind and see things that aren’t always true, the rose tinted glasses syndrome. I can’t be blinded by love when it comes to this situation, I need to stay alert and stay aware, look for anything that stands out and I can catch a blatant lie. My door creaks and opens. I'm really not in the mood for anything right now. The door closes and I’m about to tell whomev