ODDLY STRUCTURED

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12 years old him was a king. He was always on the top of his kingdom, untouchable and everyone had to look up to see him. He had castles as his crayons and pencils and the ones who were not friends with him would be in awe but the ones that were, shared his throne too. And if given the power and the money, everyone would be a king too and that's what happened. He stayed to be a king and won. 12 years old him was his proudest achievement.

He grew one year older and he set foot on a new land with his head held high but it was a shocker to him that he could still see everyone's faces. There, everyone too has a castle back home and there everyone too was a king but everyone was also a warrior that he never was. His world flipped upside down in one single night. Then, he looked at those warriors and their shining armour and he wasn't at awe, but he was in envy. Had castles as his pen, so did everyone. Was a king and had the throne but it didn't matter because he wasn't one at the time. If given the power, then everyone would too be a king, right? Wrong. He had the power but he had to beg for mercy looks and kinder whisper. Whoever he was, that guy wasn't his proudest achievement.

19 years old him is a nobody. He is average in class but he passes the line. He builds his bed with passion and dreams and sleeps on it soundly. He writes as clueless as ever but he's okay with it as long as he tries. His friends hold all the praises but he wasn't in awe nor envy, but simply happy for them. 19 years old him lives to pass by the time and he is the best that he could've ever asked for.