Sylvanna Devlin

So here we go.

It’s been stigma the entire time

I got hacked into a digital prison to avoid what might happen if I learned what happened to my writing.

You read everything.

You shat on everything.

You stole my ideas – even character names.

You programmed an AI to write like me because I’m that fucking good.

And you don’t want me to have been the real author. To have real success as a writer. To admit how much you shat on me

You even tried to steal my cat.

Because I’m mentally ill and the truth is inconvenient to you.