The Monologue

That a furniture may be as I choose, mine for life, forever estimated as mine in  valuation, in return exclusive intimation. And in the beginning and the end, there was hate, and I say with great and low monologue, let there be love. Never deluding my pain, let it shelter me in the rain. For it matters not that it is imperfect.

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Published by ade ronke

I am a writing, music, philosophy, and science enthusiast recovering from trauma and homelessness. If you find anything useful here, it is free. If you're here for my work, your support mean a lot to me. Any support is appreciated and goes toward ensuring great things are available without prejudice, limiting or unsurmountable paywall of class or pedigree. Please support through the free books for life cause links. Or explore and purchase music by ril on Bandcamp. Thanks for being here.