How kracka is the worst person

How kracka is the worst person

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she's a liar, manipulative, betrayer, she toys with people's emotions, she talks badly of good people behind their back. She said she loved me. But now out of no where I'm told she can't text me. with how she has been talking badly about my mother. I think she's making a excuse to make herself look good. She wants to talk badly about me and my mother in secret instead of making it public. what she said is worse than anything I've ever heard. if you hate this post then guess what? freedom of speech. And at least I'm being honest in this post. Kracka if you read this. You should know that I hate you so much right now. don't text my mother or father ever again. if you wanna talk badly to someone then you're gonna take it up with me
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