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Chains That Bind

A crowd of ghostly souls intrude.
They eat my food,
Invade my dreams
Despite my screams.

"Please leave me now," on knees I plead.
The ghosts concede
"We cannot leave,
for you still grieve."

"We're from your past, old lovers' pains
Held tight by reins
Of unresolve
You cannot solve."