Angsa. Swan in Indonesian.
Living its whole life muted, no words, melody, nothing. Just silence.
Right before death came for it,
It sings.
Sings out the most eerie, sad, lonely melody.
My feelings to you.
It's not much of a difference.
I made you loved me, so much.
I made you my entire world, so did you.
Yet, I took it for granted
I ran away
Let me apologize with my melody of words.
Let me sing my swan song for you.
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