Intuition sensed it hours ago.
It seems like I'm always reaching over the dresser for the same Kleenex I used to wipe my tears from the night before.
I feel like I'm always waking up in the morning popping that same Advil pill from the migraine I woke up with the morning before.
I hate waking up to the stained pillowcase my lonely tears fell onto.
What I hate even more is knowing that they'll be there tomorrow night.
It's crazy how I remember staring up at the walls questioning my sanity.
Man, how those walls could talk.
Someone told me to pray because their heart could see mine breaking.
I told God that I needed him just this one night.
I asked to get through just this one night.
Time had never been so repetitious.
My heartbeat echoed off the walls.
Never have I endured so much pain, yet I continued to go back.
Realizing as much as I go back and try, I should keep praying.
I got my answer last night.
God said, "The first night is always the worst."
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