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Random mermaid
She cares not if her words are silent whispers, never to be seen by any caring eyes, everyone gone, gone, floating gently on coloured light, insubstantial - Dead? In the far reach of the universe a lone feline slumbers. Layered in Nightmares, she Dreams.

No one willingly chooses to be a pedophiliac. Calling them monsters - even if they never harmed a child and don't want to - and suggesting they should all just get shot dead won't change anything.