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+ 2	My future?
+ 4	A Trucker's Life
+ 6	Dear you

I'm not sure who will ever read this. Quite frankly I'm not sure if anyone ever will. That is not the point. I'm not 100% sure of the point, but I do know that is not it. I'm talking, excuse me, writing nonsense that means absolutely nothing because my hand had this curious itch to write. So it picked up a pencil and began scratching away. And so hey it will continue until it stops. Which will not be here. Or here, but maybe somewhere later on the page. As for the poor soul who may be reading this or at least trying to, relax these are not the thoughts of someone insane, but the thoughts of a hand that had the itch to write. Please whoever you are reading this, do not think that I the owner, or should I say the holder of this hand which continues to scratch nonsense, has much of anything to do with the words being scribbled onto this paper. And please do not think that I am the controller, because sometimes one must just let go and let things happen. Therefore that is what I am doing. However if I am not thinking or writing why is it I refer to myself as I. For I am not I, I is I and I am just I's hand. You understand right? I know I do. So to continue scratching and scribbling complete and udder nothing. If one could control everything that happened in life there would be no meaning for the word. That there, is some more nothing that I figured I would add. When one actually sits down and thinks, would it not sound the same, jumbled and mixed like the words of this paper? I believe so. So now I have gotten my true point across and now will stop my scratching here.

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