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Jun 2018
Nobody knows how it feels.
How it feels to live in fear.
Fear of not knowing my next seizure.
When, where and how?
Will it be in public or private space?

I fear the inexorableness of epilepsy.
Is the devil you know better than an angel you don’t?
I bet to differ.
I’ve been living with this inevitable monster since childhood.
That’s why anxiety haunts me even in parenthood.
Nobody knows why and how it feels except God.
Just an expression of it feels waking up in the morning not knowing when my next epileptic seizure will come.
Desmond the poet
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Desmond the poet  31/M/South Africa
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