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The Spilled Ink

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Author: Alyssa Gwen

Alyssa GwenJuly 19, 2016

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The Spilled Ink

written by: Alyssa Gwen

@Alyssa_myverses

I’m confused

Do I write to be loved/liked?

or the spilled ink seeks to

escape from logolepsy

an obsession with words

and I’m innocent

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No complicated or difficult vocabulary in my works, but the feelings are real.

LoVe fashion&luxury, great food, music, illustration art works and literature, can't get enough learning from life.

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