corrina page is a fictional character made up entirely in my imagination. any resemblance to real people, places, and/or things is completely coincidental and should be taken as such.
WARNING: The following may contain adult oriented material.
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with open arms and a smiling countenance i embrace you, awaiting the moment when
i can plunge my canines into the soft flesh of your throat and initiate you into my world...
<%=$p%>breathless with anticipation, a tingling of the lips and my heart's racing, pounding so hard i can feel it in my head. time slips through my fingers and my limbs are limp, tingling with sleep and excitement all at once as if they can't decide what to do. hanging at my sides when i want them to throw themselves around this neck, this body, this person who suffuses me with this sensation of rapidly moving water throwing my emotions around wrecklessly. my heart is so full i could choke. bile creeping up my throat and it feels warm and acrid and leaves me chilled - goosebumps rippling up my arms like waves of red ants crawling over my skin. <%=$p%>if i died today i'd die feeling miserably small and unhappy. thinking in those terms i remember why i want to live: to die content. or violently. nothing in between. <%=$p%>once upon a time i scribbled profanities on my wall. i painted over them because they seemed juvenile. i scraped the paint from the walls because it seemed like shame to hide it - something i'd done so long ago. i tore the wall down because the paint was flaking off and it's decrepit state alarmed me. it's empty space now fills me and i'm free of all my sin.
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