How It B-Gun

If I had the ability to tell my story, which way will I choose to display my mind? I oftenly sit in my room high and above, normal, no such thing does not exist.  So much confusion what is normality? We live by a code from the past, still our future tells us lies. I sometimes wonder, not out loud, not to a stranger, friend, not even to a crowd. Just to myself then I not it down. My mind is my gun, my words are my bullets, no matter where I aim it, it will pen-trait the mind. Which is not a crime. My mind fully loaded. 

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