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Dear Narci (ssist),
I wrote you a poem. I hope it finds you on your worst day, and you feel a wave of paranoia that it could potentially be about you! It is!
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your brother is an abuser
And so are you
Where there is smoke
There must be fire
Now everyone knows
That you’re a liar
XOXOXO
Big Fish