My Ferdinand

My Ferdinand
Is that of which I cannot speak
A friend in his familiarity; he’s been around for as long as I can remember.
A foe in his ferocity; he shows no mercy, and his cruelty knows no bounds.
A part of me, yet apart from me.
Could I ever be free?
Mind games are his pleasure, my pain
Will remain
My Ferdinand, my friend, my foe.

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