Mopping

O my, there mitters, every-thing on the floor. I look, at the damage, my coke, my custard. It's a mess, what am I, clumsy, I was, always clumsy, but not, this clumsy. I thought, let's do it, my-self. So I, grabbed, my stick, & laundry-hand, & I mopped, the floor. But, I, can't, do it, completely. O why, am I, disabled. I'm totally, in-sane. This, would be, the reason, that I'm, in a, mental hospital.

I'm busy, writing, a book, about my disability, called Hope, it's my, story. I don't, have the memories, of Rian, I'm Rianne Sandrina Visser. My second name, isn't coincidentally, Sandrina. I'm still, the irreplaceable Princess Sandrina. I had, a dream, about, the name, Luciana, I thought: "save the, best for, last". I'm living, forever. I'm cloned, I've hidden, that it's not not end-less.  


What doesn't, destroy me, makes me, stronger.  


Tuddels Luus,


 Will be continued......

     Was signed,

       Her Royal Highness,

          The Princess,

                 Luus San.