I woke up confused.
I asked: what happened?
I’m broken and bruised.
Silently and violently, I was attacked.
I’m still curious to know what really happened.
The attack tears through my mind.
I’m separated from the world.
My mind was stolen.
As usual, I’m exposed to horrible migraines.
Oh! My God, it’s another seizure.
It’s one of many since childhood.
Oh! you inevitable silent attacker.
We’ve walked together since childhood.
You’ve got the nerve to even attack me at home.
I still can’t get used to our long-term one sided relationship.
Every epileptic seizure still hurt like the first time.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
I woke up confused.
I asked: what happened?
I’m broken and bruised.
Silently and violently, I was attacked.
I’m still curious to know what really happened.
The attack tears through my mind.
I’m separated from the world.
My mind was stolen.
As usual, I’m exposed to horrible migraines.
Oh! My God, it’s another seizure.
It’s one of many since childhood.
Oh! you inevitable silent attacker.
We’ve walked together since childhood.
You’ve got the nerve to even attack me at home.
I still can’t get used to our long-term one sided relationship.
Every epileptic seizure still hurt like the first time.
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I am trying to express what I go through after every epileptic attack.
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