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Shirtless

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In a place, Korean Capital 2025, 01:38am, I lost to who I am.
Again, and again.
Eyes paid attention to what was not to happen next, never-fading thirst. I gulp consciousness as my Tamagotchi is about to battery fade.
I stuffed my hand in someone’s underwear, we all crave something sweet, a non-spiritual monk explained to a non-medical doctor on the 10th Soju shot in the wrong street corners where sentences stopped matching the inner warriors oh who knows my grandfather that funds my self-made rollercoaster.
Artists some say, on the urine pond I saw myself, waking up to another day of work in someone else’s second-hand sheets.
I wonder, and l stare at the sex toy, who is in fact a little white or yellow who gives a f*ck hello, scared boy.

Shirtless, empty schedules, unknown classmates, dress code for a school of life and death.
Whatever it takes, to repeat the same mistakes.