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   Trying to make sense of why am I never truly worthy of forgiveness. If that is the water that keeps love growing, why am I always given love that is not willing to forgive? Love that comes with the ticket to fly back home already paid for. If I am only loveable until one of my flaws comes forward, am I ever truly loved? Why am I not worthy of love that changes? Love that sacrifices, love that adapts, love that is willing to move forward. Why is it that I see others give each other forgiving love that they can never give me? And, why is it that, when asked, no one ever can answer these questions? Why am I not worth the soft admiring, the love that surpasses shame, the love that surpasses self hate, the love that surpasses fear and also dignity? I wish someone would look me in the eye and tell me when did I turn myself into this bottomless pit of unworthyness.    Or is it that I am, as I've always been, looking at myself through the wrong lenses? I have friends who ...