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.