Reflection upon some really awful events in recent years

There is a sizeable commentary that I could invoke, here, in writing, ... 

When I am a landlord

When I am a landlord, I carry out my responsibilities properly. 

On (dis)trust

It can hardly be wondered now

Is this the way of it?

Is this how it goes? Every time? Always the wound but never a salve for it? Even the calmest among you must know this is wrong, it is deeply wrong, it is as offensive as it is obvious. An even in that there is no skill or honour. There is only a lie, laid deep, that continues to cost me ever more and more. And where are you, person who laid down trust as the sacred agreement between us? Where are you now, as this latest blow lands upon my most vulnerable organs? I have seen how you thrive even in the midst of this sustained assault against me and mine. I have seen your smiling confidence broadcast like a false promise of a reprieve that never comes. Your line of sight is worth nothing to me while it continues to witness these acts commissioned against me in full view of the helpless law. Your smug, secret knowledge multiplies the price I pay while you stand passively by, allowing the unthinkable to happen, again. There is no honour among thieves, and you, it seems, are proud to rob me once again. 

How could you?

How could you?

How could you?

How could you?

How could you?

How could you?

How could you?

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How could you?

How could you?

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How could you?

How could you?

Lost

There is something in all of this...

--- flayed

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