give me amnesia.
liberate from me my fears,
wind back all those years,
and let me keep my tears,
allow me to rest in peace,
from this torment find release,
and sedate this raging beast;
if i die, let the war in me cease,
and i pray, you’d let me be at ease.
so give me amnesia,
salvation from this dystopia,
my one remaining panacea.
So I ask, is it better to:
not have done something and regretting about not doing it; or
have done something and then regretting about having done it?