Everyday I can't help but wonder when your next visit will be, or what memory you'll take next. Precious memories are stolen every time you come along, in one months time I will be 19, you've stolen so many memories in those years, memories I will never get back. I hope that you leave, that one day you'll be gone, not just out of my life but out of everyone's for good. Look at yourself Epilepsy, you're hideous, you're vile and nobody wants you, nobody wants what you bring. Everyday we're fighting, the researchers, the consultants, the family, the friends all on top of the person you plague. Pray Epilepsy, because one day our time will come and you will be out of people's lives forever. Society thinks you're not that serious, or that you're simply seizures that involve shaking. You're more than that Epilepsy you're my own personal war, a daily battle I have to face, but I am not alone, because Epilepsy you see I am not alone and together, we will fight you and we will kick your butt. No matter what we won't quit even if that simply means suppressing you. We will fight and we will win.
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