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Epilepsy art thou cruel.

It’s a good day the lord granted.

Everything seems so perfect.

Weather is sweet.

Sun’s shining.

What could go wrong?

 

…….Until…..

 

I felt you coming.

Like a hijacker through a rear view mirror.

How I wish for a false alarm.

Dear lord may this cup pass.

A moment to accept the inevitable arrived.

 

Oh my God! you seized me once again.

You came like a thief at midnight.

You hijacked my mind.

You exposed me to wrath of migraines.

Horrible 30 seconds in a 24hour day.

It's like a small stain on a white garment.

 

The cruelty of an epileptic seizure is inevitable.

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Written by
Kideo4life
31 / M / South Africa
Published
Aug 18, 2018
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19·104
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This an expression of how a 30seconds encounter with with an epileptic seizure can ruined the whole 24hour day.

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