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慕子青shinhan
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"If you're just like someone, you always feel like you're nothing."

In March, the meaning of spring is still fickle. It seemed that it was just about to warm up, but the cold rain of winter came.

But I think it was accompanied by the spring thunder, and this rain came. In the past, it was always dripping after the shock, and this year was no exception. It was just the cold that was unexpectedly attacking.

The coffee shop I frequent has recently added new products. The blackboard full of menus, with the boss's jerky writing on the blackboard, is smartly placed in a prominent position.

Items are always replaced round by round, but I rarely change my taste, and it is difficult to take a few glances, but before leaving this time, I accidentally caught a glimpse of a poetic name, and I couldn’t help but stop by the signboard for a long time.

The name of the item is "Like a latte", but the literal meaning is unpredictable. The boss said that it is made with Fafna's chocolate and milk in equal proportions. It tastes slightly bitter and similar in color, just like coffee, but It's not coffee.

For a moment, I vaguely sensed the ambiguity behind such a name:

"You're just similar, but you're not."


It wasn't until I left the store that the light from the street lamps was rendered, and I realized that I had come a long way.

Along the way, I can’t say I’m sad, I just saw a similar experience fulfilled in other things, and I felt an unavoidable fate and deep pity.

Suddenly I feel that I am not sure that who will not be someone's imitation;

Just like that cup of latte, the prototype is just chocolate milk, not coffee with aroma, but there is still someone who misunderstands; there is always someone who completes us, but we cannot be ourselves, but conform to the imagination of others.

Everything seems to be different.

After all, I have no better way of judging anything than to keep shattering those imaginations, albeit disappointing because of it.

Therefore, in the ruined world, slowly and firmly pick up the part that belongs only to oneself, not to live like someone else.

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