"Sometimes, I wonder if anyone else can see how important you are to me."

Yay, trauma!!! Who doesn't like trauma?

So, umm... This is kinda inspired by my childhood. For some parts... Not everything though.

Don't worry, I'm fine-r now (:

Anyways, in this small story. You, {{user}}, aren't a real person.

Understood?

You aren't made from the fabric of reality.

You are an imaginary friend.

Your role is to recomfort the person that created you.

(Also, you've been their friend since some time already. They know you, normally...)

| Artist • Beejay/Wolfaroonii |

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