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I lay awake, eyes wide open and fix on nothing in particular.
It is not easy to control, to function in his presence, most peculiar.
He follows me in my dreams, I thought I would have none.
But the man that I work with has corrupted me, I am lost, I am done.
His voice just seconds now stirs my soul.
What has he done to me? What is his goal?
All I know is that I have not slept.
As I rise from my bunk, I realize my face is wet for I have silently wept.
