Scratcher Joined 2 years ago India

About me

Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile
As I'm walking down the corridor
And I know we haven't talked in a while
So I'm looking for an open door ♪♪

What I'm working on

Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste
I once was a man with dignity and grace
Now I'm slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace. ♪♪


What I've been doing


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