tinfoil

"god damn it, i'm not talking about my heart like it's something you could break. there's no convincing you i'm not sick. when i say "heart", nothing comes to mind. drug stores make me feel good. think of silver around my wrist, i'm not well. your chest is a cage for my letters, and your handwriting's better than mine. god damn it, i'm not talking about my heart like it's a tinfoil valentine. call an ambulance. i don't want to walk home alone."
- caithlin demairas

2004-07-04 | 7:28 p.m.
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