I want to get lost in the Woods,

I want to hold hand Tight,

cuz nothing is going Good,

How we planned it, Right?

You can tell yourself whatsoever,

Life is a Mess Everytime you Strike.

See how things are Going,

Neither Good nor Bad,

The misery is unbearable at this Time.

How could I do so Wrong,

Trust me, this is not my Style.

Love Does this to All,

I am too the Victim of that Crime.

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Photo Credit: Aishwarya(NIFT)
Styling: NIFTians
Location: Matheran, MUMBAI.

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