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The "We Drop" By Janine Rodrigues I do not know why such small words have so much power. Such words Break the glass of romanticism. Reality sinks in the flesh. Reality bothers me more than. It was the “we” last night. I often confuse confidence with arrogance, insecurity with humility. I am navigating an ocean of questions, doubts, and hurtful thoughts. Then I think about my past and I know it is different now, but that is for me. Give it time to flourish, I think. Be patient. Indulge in the present. However, how can a creature that adds meaning to words, actions, and facts and is so used to indulging and living in the past, who can revive moments from her childhood so vividly, how can she abandon the past? How does one let go of just some parts of? I am afraid of becoming empty and hard. Hard like the shell of a scallop: deprived of emotions, a silenced soul. Diligent in controlling every single reaction. But aren’t reactions just that? Newton, second law.