You will not reach me. You will not change me. 

A soft-shelled, napkin roof battered with hail could never hold up. You’re wrong. 

Tears can be patted. Make-up setting spray, not needed today. 

I never wanted to be a rock. I never will be. I will not harden. You will not, cannot change me. 

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