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You were the rebellious type in class, not the one that would talk over the teacher and sabotage the lecture. You just strongly opposed the system and regarded the whole constitution as insignificant and time-wasting. The teachers had already given up on you, trying to peek your interest for the slightest bit and make you engage in the class. But you simply lost all motivation to care. Nothing was important. Everything was trivial.

You had your own secrets too. But they were hidden in blank pages, words written down which could lead to destruction. They were shameful poems which could develop a scandal and ruin you for the rest of your life. So they were kept a secret. Your dark secret. But what if a man that had recently penetrated your life, discovered your secret and encouraged you to be his?