Entry 1-Kraze, Inside of my Head I feel…different from the others around me. They look at me then try and kill me. That's in my head though. I am wanted because I am insane and oblivious to everything, but my mind, my mind leads me to believe that what was once "normal" is now the unthinkable, and what is so called "insane" is now the norm. Robbing banks was enough; it keeps me reloaded. Literally. I have rockets in my arms knives in my thighs, machine-guns in my hips and chains in my shins. But perhaps I could live in peace without myself being on the F.B.I's most wanted.
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