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Our lives runLike a movie on repeatReels whirringDays blurringInto one anotherIt’s all the sameThe same ideasThe same sick fearsI cling to everyday thingsThe weight of his armOn my shoulderUntil it's goneAnd everything's calmBut everything's colderJust another suffocating dayA box office bombDelivered without aplombI don’t remember the premiereAll I know is the grey airCloaking each conversationHow did we get here?Clouds...