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From the old board.
Fits
In some small place
Deep in the fore-brain
lies a painful twist of neurons.
In screaming birth
Came chemical imbalance
and so: epilepsy.
A complex condition
heavy with history
rife with misunderstanding.
A life of morning medication
providing a thread of protection.
What others must watch
unable to help,
you can't remember.
Thrashing, crashing to the floor
scary, noisy, ugly and sad.
The seizure, a small death,
brutal rebirth.
A massive loss
that must be lived with.
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