Nothing on this earth is pure, all that may rot and decay may already been seen as so
There is no beauty within the rainbow, the sky, the sun or the stars
All life on this planet is racing towards demise, nothing is forever
I'm so sorry that I see it this way
The food you cook and the flowers you pick mean a moments pleasure in the long term race
I see the ugliness in everything and you ought to not hold it against me
I'm so sorry that I see it this way
The absence of all optimism precludes the use of pessimism!
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