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Look around at everything that surrounds you.

Your environment is what takes place at home. You defy the gravitational pull, baby.

If outer space is where you long to roam. 

If you long to be somehow better than you are today. And somewhere you can get away; finally, One, two, three, blast off! You are on your way... Take a ride in the rocketship.

They are contrieved, and black sheep of the flock. You don't fit in, little pink one. You don't need their validation. Float right here, and levitate. Hover over pedestrians with all their hate. You are a heroic, little, dove of peace.

In a world of devastation. Before its too late.

Come right here in front of me. We can be anything we want to be. As long as you can just be- you, and you can just be!