The Great
Dear Professor
I speak
I speak on nothing so you do not hear me
I bleed
I bleed not blood but knowledge as it boils over
I have not reached my full potential
Dear Professor
I have reached my full carrying capacity of knowledge
I know
That is preposterous
But understand I will never be great
Not as great as the great teacher who teaches knowledge
I am wise from you teacher but I am not ready to teach what has been taught to me
Let me continue learning
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