she listens to pedro the lion when it rains.
it makes her feel like she isn't alone.
in a dark room all she sees is beauty.
the beauty of herself, inside.
like sparklers being twirled around by the happiest 5 year olds, without a care in the world.
or like the reflection of the sunset on a beach with no one around but you and the one you love.
it's that feeling. the feeling that you're happy, at peace and the simplest things are what capture your soul.
you forget your worries, your fears, your inhibitions.
and all because she listens to pedro the lion when it rains.
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