It is something every writer dreads.
Someone stealing your work and calling it their own.
But to have one’s identity stolen too makes it even more unbearable.
I don’t know anything about this Facebook account except the thief has no morals, no talent, and probably no life.
How does he feel? A pale, empty shadow of me. How does he feel when he is complimented on his work and he knows that he stole it? What pride or pleasure can he possibly get?
I have never understood the plagiarist, the word thief. But to create an identity based upon someone else … so sad..
He is a tragic, pathetic, pointless man, and I can’t help but feel a little sorry for him.
But it is a crime.
© the author writing as Romantic Dominant
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