Me, God and Anxiety

Nobody knows how it feels. How living in fear feels. Not knowing my next seizure. How, where and when? Public or private zone? I fear the cruelty of epilepsy. The devil you know better's than an angel you don’t? I bet to differ. This inevitable monster cohabite since childhood. Anxiety haunts me even in parenthood. Nobody knows why and how it feels except God.

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Kideo4life

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