Come inside, don’t be afraid
This little shop is humble
Look what I have displayed
Many are far too gullible
They jump at the slightest of things
They run their mouths with lies
Something about “beings”
Yet no one ever dies…
Hey guys, I'm Mitch.
I spend my days in daydreams thinking about music, art, and of course: writing.
Though I love short stories and individual scenes, my favorite thing to write is poetry.
Though, I'm not sure if I'll ever be considered a prolific writer. I still write; because that is what it means to be a writer.
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