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Tam flew up the tightly wound spiral staircase, her broad grin visible each time she passed one of the tiny windows set into the stone of the spire she was climbing. The footsteps falling father behind were of as little worry to her as the shouts of assurance that when she reached the top, she'd have nowhere to go. Quite suddenly, and as promised, around the corner appeared a massive oak door blocking the path out onto the balcony. The footsteps drew closer, but Tam was not yet worried. In fact, with little more than a thought, the door kindly opened itself and even went so far as to close itself behind her. Unfortunately for the oak door,

Some will leave, but some come back, so treat them like they'd not lost track.

The story goes, everyone knows, a little bit like this: The way it really started was with just a little kiss. I felt for you what he did not, and then you fell for me. You ended it, things went to shit, but it was not to be. Since I got to know you, I have been there by your side, always there and waiting when you need a place to hide. You came to me, you needed help, I gave you all I've got. I tried to help, you heard my words, but listen, you did not. You take my help and toss it and you do your things your way, and every time you crawl on back, to hear what I've to say. You used me for your petty needs, and then you s