1. Hero
... me. Hides a deep cut on his left arm that explains his tamper and fear towards loneliness. His cold rough hands with thousands of wrinkles, too old for his seventeen, constantly caress my smile. He never lies, just escapes from reality. Indulging each time deeper into uncertainty and hate. Optimist, but his glass is half empty. Addicted to daily rituals that will ... ...
- Word Count: 367
- Approx Pages: 1
- Grade Level: High School