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Soul that flows or soul that grows?Who said anything should be inside?Tulpas are complex; no one knowsWhere does the second soul even hide Are we made only from effort of mind?Can we inflict our will over matter?Theories so vague; nothing’s definedOne day you exist; another you shatter Always flicking; in flux; so unstableTulpa’s consciousness comes and goesTrying to root itself with some...

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