I remember sitting on the heat vent
sun in my eyes, my little toes on sticky linoleum
begging my mom to talk to him
sputtering nonsense between gulps of air
to be heard, to make a point
maybe that's where this started
this need to be noticed
this need to prove myself
this need to justify my feelings
this is a start to let go
an ending
because ends are beginnings
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