Is that this was a special occasion. "Maybe the angels speak to me," mused hopefully. You may want to take. Perhaps they realized that not belong to this world … Oh, nonsense.
Life was a conviction. Dreams, wishes coming from your unconscious: – Fall of the swing. – Rolling downhill and drag all those nasty with her children. – Shut up voices with the sound that would make the suffer strokes her body to her fall. Wish cute and nice, but they were not good. No, they were not good. But it was a perfect plan.
Hits noisy. "But I fall from the swing or roll downhill, she claimed. He dared not face the pain, the very phenomenon. Little girl who lives in a bubble. "Deluded girl!" He said, singing, the voices in his head. The get off the swing as an illusion. He finished the words inside your mind to ask passers-by to help her down from where it was, but no sound came from her mouth, she had always been silent. It would have to wait for that woman came who was responsible for her and other children to her aid. If I wanted. If you are not forgotten. I could not find the owners of their folly if they were beyond the square meters occupied by the swing … And is that if you went down there, maybe not angels and occasionally sing those songs might no longer religious and would like it to paradise, as she thought. Because I would have fallen into error, like all others, of impatience. Because she missed, do you? Being silent was not an error, she supposed. "It is not. Is that why I get paid? Why be silent? Since I got bored of this music, turn it off, I want the other. "You shut up, just do not greet or smile, this is a sad story. Being a fearful (or cautious, rather) was also a mistake. She did not want to hurt or others or to herself. Often thought of ways to torture all those idiots, but she never took anything out. She was good, she wandered, and so the angels ("Angels?) Sang, so she stayed on the swing almost motionless, occasionally daring to be daring and give a little boost to it to show the others that really was not as strange as they said, but was the most sensible people … Careful, cautious … It was not that it was cowardly. Only, perhaps, was a little crazy and white angels take her away to another part … A room with white walls, for example. This is a sad story. There are more serious than mild in life. Voices "more serious than minor? Dangerous Voices … Acuity in the whistles … Words do not say anything. And drag you to make bad decisions.