Aaron D’souza

Sonam mytra

The world a crazy place where hearts are stolen and made to race. They are made to speed, skip, break and tear. They are stolen when they...

The things I’ll miss about school Are things I can and cannot describe Is the fact that it helped me constantly try It gave me a lot of...

Every morning, with half a heart he walks, The postman to the ancient post box, With an empty bag for letters and such Coming in from the...