old me and new me
meet for tea
to discuss violently
who gets to be.
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old me shouts pick me, pick me
she is the less effort to be.
but in truth i am shaken
by her false victories.
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old me and new me
meet for tea
to discuss violently
who gets to be.
————————-
new me admits
she is harder to keep.
but always points me
towards being free.
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old me and new me
meet for tea
to discuss violently
who gets to be.
———————————
new me says she wants to lead
but i can choose who to be.
suddenly old me turns to flee
the greatest price paid for me.
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old me and new me
meet for tea
to discuss violently
who gets to be.
planted oak 
do let me know if you find it!
it totally reminds me of that verse about i do what i don’t want to do? i’ll have to look it up. :)
I can soooooo relate to this! I wonder why the ‘old me’ has to keep trying to come back? I guess it stays to remind us of how far we’ve come, but can be oh so tempting to slip back into some of the ‘old me’ habits when they seem easier even though I know they aren’t better.