Her???

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She groaned in pain,
Covered with blood stain;
Why should I care?
It's just her.

 She was so hurt
Sore trampled in dirt,
Why do I bother?
It's just her.

 Bruises all over her skin,
Torn her deep within,
But silence, I prefer;
For it's just her.

 Naked on the floor,she lay
All her hopes, taken away.
Why should I sway?
That's her and no way!

 Scars on her deeper parts may heal,
Deep in her soul,how does she feel?
Still why should I feel?
It's her, no big deal.

 Dark and scary past may torture,
And make her forget the future.
To me it doesn't matter,
She's not my daughter.

 All I do is pity her,
As I don't see me there,
And let it be,
Coz it's not me.

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