New Skins

We gave up our freedom.
To live we are restrained.
We bowed our heads.
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For years I lived hiding from others.
I wore different "masks" to walk on the streets.
I couldn't walk under broad daylight without shapeshifting into another person.
After hiding for ten years I got the chance.
A chance to move to a new world.
To a world that acknowledges our existence.
A chance that symbolises a new beginning.
This new beginning desires some sacrifices.