Loopholes, and Rusty Fences.
introduction.
If crying cleanses the soul, I have a dirty soul. I never cry, and I never show emotion. Because I'm probably insane. I see things that aren't there, and I have an imaginary friend who isn't very imaginary.
He's a guy, actually, a very famous one at that, and I had no idea if any of that's real. Take a guess who? No? Fine, Bill Kaulitz is my imaginary friend, who isn't in the least bit imaginary, and only I can see, or hear him.
He shows up at the worst possible times, and makes me look totally nuts infront of the worst people. This is what sets me, Lillian Alex Darius, apart from the normal people in this world.
My life is made worse and worse by his antics, and he makes me so angry sometimes, but he's there for me when no one else is. He listens to me, and understands me, but makes me want to wring is throat! So here's my pathetic story about my insane life, and my not so imaginary, imaginary friend, Bill Kaulitz.
He's a guy, actually, a very famous one at that, and I had no idea if any of that's real. Take a guess who? No? Fine, Bill Kaulitz is my imaginary friend, who isn't in the least bit imaginary, and only I can see, or hear him.
He shows up at the worst possible times, and makes me look totally nuts infront of the worst people. This is what sets me, Lillian Alex Darius, apart from the normal people in this world.
My life is made worse and worse by his antics, and he makes me so angry sometimes, but he's there for me when no one else is. He listens to me, and understands me, but makes me want to wring is throat! So here's my pathetic story about my insane life, and my not so imaginary, imaginary friend, Bill Kaulitz.
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