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The River of Time inexorably sweeps you away.
I open my mouth to scream,
but no sound leaves my lips,
because one single sound could be like salt into your torn-open wounds.

And thus, I swallow the sounds again.
The sounds feel like grains of salt with razor-sharp edges,
each sip carving my throat from the inside.
And yet, there is no blood,
because the heart has lost its rhythm.

The salt in my eyes and the salt bags of my pent-up words,
turn into acid in my body....