It's more like a time bomb, waiting to explode. A heart she can't heal, no potion she could brew, no crystal she could charge, will ever save her from her heart. It ticks like a worn out clock waiting to stop. Each moment, a possible self destruct. Each day, a cheat off death.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 8:08 AM UTC
It's more like a time bomb, waiting to explode. A heart she can't heal, no potion she could brew, no crystal she could charge, will ever save her from her heart. It ticks like a worn out clock waiting to stop. Each moment, a possible self destruct. Each day, a cheat off death.
