150% input
80% output
None will ever understand these stats
Unless they've lived the math.
Boulders had piled high,
Until a professor with eyes and a heart crossed my path.
Understanding he couldn’t understand,
Still, he listened.
He broke boulders into gravel.
In my fatigue,
He made this weight more bearable.
For once in over a year,
Now I could breathe.
I could perform.
I can be proud even with my imperfections.
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