tears_(0)

This poem was inspired by how I handled becoming epileptic when I was twenty-two. Here's your sex:
I got fucked when epilepsy changed my life.
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tears-

the wounds are small
I rationalize

denial is my patch
but the pressure builds

pressure on my heart
pain in my throat

my eyes spring leaks
small drops of relief

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What do you do when an epileptic has a seizure in a bathtub?
You run quick and get the soap and dirty laundry.
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Hoping against hope that you'll leave me my favorite type of comment I'll reply in advance: Fuck you too.
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Has anyone already figured out that unreasonable anger is a common side effect of my latest epilepsy medicine? Very good, I'm impressed.
For the curious, it's called levetiracetam and the prescription did come with counseling so you're a year late if you're here to tell me I need a shrink, I'm already seeing a good one. The fucked up memory, headaches, impaired cognition and language skills are all a bonus. Talking face to face if you didn't know me, you'd think I'm even more stupid than you already do.
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TMI? Why didn't you stop reading? lol
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