It is enough to reap my heart, one single word... So strong that makes you live the emotion, get into the song. You can't hold on, you say "screw it up" and start singing along him. You listen carefully to catch the words,handle your breathe and sometimes you even hear him breathing as if he is still here.
Wondering what he got through with his life struggle, the possibility of him having seen the both sides of the coin. When the tears stream you struggle not to weep on the paper you wrote his song, tremble while weeping, unleashing whatever's left inside.
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IN MEMORIAM-TOŠE PROESKI (25.01.1981-16.10.2007)
Historia CortaThis is a memoriam story about Toše Proeski. I don't remember when I started writing this but if I can publish, it will be published on 16.10.2015 which is the anniversary of his death. When I started writing, I never intended to finish the story. T...
