I Am Jack’s Broken Heart

Your name is slipping down my messages
I walked slow for the first time
I am cold
I am waiting
Children playing hurt like records
Everything burns like hot coffee

But I don’t have a single regret
You were my world and
I’ll root for you from my telescope

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