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Every day spent in Upside-Down World.

Now I emerge bewildered and distraught.

Two years gone by, an eternal flash.

What is this place, bereft of you?

An emptiness so visceral, a void vibrating.

A hole howling, a whole haunting, a soul hunting.

Something is missing, a thousand things missing.

They call it loss. No one says death,

A true name too powerful for delicate sensibilities.

A word too real for such imaginings.

Call me pariah as I carry my pall,

Holding a shroud of one lost too soon.

My secret reminds them it comes to us all,

That fate that already claimed you.