I'm restless again. I feel like a tiger stalking about in a cage that I cannot see or touch, but that I can sense somehow. Have you ever watched a tiger pacing about its habitat? They are the embodiment of restlessness in my mind. I have to start all over on my positive-thinking binge. I've slid back to where I was before. I don't see the positive
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