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Confessions of an Epileptic


Confessions of an Epileptic

I could feel the aura

It’s like a daydream

I hoped I could fight it

Maybe it wasn’t what it seemed.

Trying to keep my mind busy

“what are their names and birthdays?”

I know I can make it stop

It wont be like what they say

I can overcome this

It is not my direction or path

I will make this go another way

But I wake up in a bloodbath

I busted my lip this time

My gums are bleeding too

They say I was out for thirty-five minutes

Again my tongue I have tried to chew

I wake up in a hospital bed

At the registration desk because there is no room

My daughter is looking down at me

Her face filled with gloom

This is the last one

I promise myself

I wont come back again

Its too much for my health

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