she doesn't exist anymore 

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Every night I hear a voice behind a door, a voice calling me and familiar to me, a voice I loved to listen to. A voice that I miss a lot and for which I did everything to keep it.
Every night I try to get closer to this voice, this voice filled with memories, the only one that was able to make my tears flow, this voice so far from me now.
Every night I hear her voice, a door separates me from her, a door that I wish to open, a door that my fingers brush before waking me up.