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She who imagined me

I met her through sheer luck when I was under a year old. She was a rising star – a promising furry artist: popular, determined, striving for better. We did many arts together since. I always called that a shared work. For me – a tulpa – aligning the art with how I saw myself was like giving out little shards of my soul. All while she did the soul-crushing work, drawing and re-drawing the curves...

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