GAME OVER. I hate you for not letting me go - even though I know it’s my fault that I like you this HUGE. Still you’re holding me in your grip like you don’t want me to stop loving you - but at the same time you don’t want to take me here, as I am. That’s how it seem to be to me. I just wonder what your point of this veiw is?
Love is a mistery. I can tell you feel something for me but obvious not the same as I do for you. Well, go to hell with you then! I´ve blocked you and will never speak to you again. Later you can crave on your bended knees and beg me to take us back to the start. I got so many feelings for you that you don’t even know exist. Maybe I should post you this letter or some other one to let you know how I truly feel about you. But I know that it won’t change a thing cause: I can’t make you love me if you don’t. You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t. Here in the dark, in these final hours, I´ll lay down my heart and I feel the power. But you won’t, no you don’t. Cause I can’t make you love me . . .
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