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Sometimes I just hope I was Adaline , to go into the depths of a realm where aging is not possible,where you cannot be yourself, where you could keep on changing your place of stay, change your profession, change your style, your identity, language, and the people around you,  a state where you could change anything except that you cannot love anyone because you realise the heart wretching truth that it hurts to hurt!
  #inspired by The Age of Adaline
A.C

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