The Girl Who Can't Fly

When I first realized it was gone, I almost suffocated under the weight of the shock and dispair. So much of my childhood is a blur, but I remember with absolute clarity how much I loved sitting on top of the telephone poles and looking at the colours of the trees against the sky. The colours were so vibrant, then. They haven't been the same since.
Maybe that's my problem. I lost the colours; my life went from bright, true colour to black and white/sepia when I forgot how to fly.
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