When you don't know me,my life seems peaceful.I have a good house, a good job.Children who love me. When you don't know me,you see the bread I bake,the quilts I make. You see my knitting,cooking, gardening,hiking, praying,teaching, hoping,believing. And you are jealous. But you don't seewhat lies beneath.The tossing and turningwhen I should sleep. The nightmares that comein night or day.You don't see heartache that never goes awayunder the ...
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