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It just gnaws at the back of my head, I can't shake the feeling that I am not worth loving. I have a long road to go to learn to undo what happened to me, but the road is so hard, and despite my reservations to the contrary, I dislike doing it alone. How do you make room for someone else when you carry so much else around, so much baggage. How can I ever really explain what's wrong with me to someone. How can I look at them when they know, when I can barely look at myself in the mirror.