Tinfoil کے بول

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