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~ White canvas, pouring blood 
                      underneath
     With a sinful stroke, she'll be          
                 coming to take it ~ 


"Deborah, a professional artist. A girl with sinful blood. When she tried to stop it, it took the best of her nerves! When she tried to keep it, it took her heart. 

Doesn't want to fall because the cristal drop inside her isn't pure anymore. But Daniyal, he made it his own. He poured the colors into her eyes. But little did she knew, he isn't hers? Little did Daniyal knew, she own it what hers?

Will Deborah's love can bring him? Or the white canvas is going to be painted with, red?"

                    ♱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇʀ ♱


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