...A Poem by Ookpikhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XoQvbDROucQ
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. When I was young . Being soft was a detriment - . It was how you were forced to think; . You'd differentiate solely between supple and steel . With the differential left at home. . . You couldn't afford to bring it with you. . You were either prepared or you weren't. . . I started soft. . But when I left I was leather. . . It doesn't work like that here. . . In the south, that's not how people function. . . It's a shame really, . You cultivate the in-between - . Salt, fat and sugar - . . And leave the hard at home. . . I don't think I would have survived that car accident . If I hadn't have known otherwise. . . I wouldn't have thought to crawl. . I wouldn't have known to stay awake. . . It's likely I would have just kept calling for help . Until the sound faltered in my throat. . . The thing about dying . That most people don't understand, . . Is that it's easy. . . You just let it come. . You just lay there and let it fold over you - . Like a numb blanket, . Like morphine. . . It's far harder to stay awake. . . And this place seems to want to tempt you . Into laying still and doing nothing - . . Into tucking yourself in for daybreak. . .
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