Epileptic
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At the beginning of last year,
I was only fifteen.
At the beginning of last year,
I was spending most of my time in the hospital.
At the beginning of last year,
I was still having seizures.
Faces of those around me,
Each has a different story,
A beginning, middle, and end,
And a perfectly integrated plot.
Yet, I am declared Faceless.
They don't see a story,
They don't see a face,
