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(Completed Jenlisa) You're tuned to Dawn FM; The middle of nowhere on your dial, so sit back and unpack. You may be here a while. Now that all future plans have been postponed and it's time to look back on the things you thought you owned. Do you remember them well? Were you high or just stoned? And how many grudges did you take to your grave? When you weren't liked or followed, how did you behave? Was it often a dissonant chord you were strumming? Were you ever in tune with the song life was humming? If pain's living on when your body's long gone and your phantom regret hasn't let it go yet. You may not have died in the way that you must. All specters are haunted by their own lack of trust. When you're all out of time, there's nothing but space. No hunting, no gathering, no nations, no race. And Heaven is closer than those tears on your face. When the purple rain falls, we're all bathed in its grace Heaven's for those who let go of regret And you have to wait here when you're not all there yet. -Jim Carrey Note: This story includes sexual, dark themes, violence, and mention of alcohol. - "Am I your phantom regret?".
Phantom Regret
