The group, who raped, & killed, my daughter

I don't want 2 say, 2 much, about the perpetrators (I'm way 2 sad). The nurse, who has ''taken care"''of me, yesterday-evening, was certainly one, of them. They think, it's quite, funny, to let, some-body, take care of me, that killed, my sweetest Royal Highness, the Princess Amber, my lovely daughter. I don't, see the humor, of it. I really, don't. It's, a better, idea 2 never, see that, woman, again. She told, me yesterday-evening, the bitch, didn't, deserve better. She was, an angel. My angel.
Another nurse, just asked, me the, question, if I, were good @English. I wanted, 2 say, the opinions, are split. I use, my feeling, my gift.

Will be, continued....
Was signed,
Her Royal Highness
&
Her Royal Highness,
The (Queen) Princess,
Luciane (Mom) Sandrina,
&
The Princess,
Amber Nola.

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