Many people in my past that were even close by
Made every effort to make me cry
To put me in humiliation
Destruction or even devastation
Because of this, spirits, to my house people would send
People thought I would surely come to my end
At me, they through their witchcraft
So many people concerning me did laugh
How could you be so sad?
How could you go through so much bad?
And still believe in your God
They saw that as odd
They expected me to give up
To say I had enough
And be the version of Arianna, they wanted me to be
Just not be me
In peoples insanity
The devil used people, to try and kill my identity
But even when all was said and done
God won
He didn't see me as horrible
In his presence, I was always comfortable
Because although at times I would sin
I couldn't stop believing in him
Note: This is a true story of me
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