<div><strong><em>Dear Dear Everyone Who Believes in Justice,</em></strong>
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<div>I’m Hiroki Goto, and I’m humbly asking for your help with a heart that’s weary but still holding hope. For nine years, I’ve tried to give what little I could to Australia—working tirelessly in restaurants and cafes and as a cleaning staff, serving meals during the Covid pandemic to those in need, and sorting clothes and essentials for refugees with Multicultural Australia. I paid to study at TAFE but I had to leave because of my <strong>severe Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)</strong> and in the same time I was forced to leave my job of I started to have<strong> frequent panic attacks</strong>, dreaming of a career, but a <strong>cruel racial assault </strong>broke me, leaving me with PTSD that forced me to leave my studies behind.
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<div>I’m not a criminal—only someone who’s hurting. The Department of Home Affairs overlooks my <strong>nearly 100 medical records</strong>, threatens me with <strong>detention and deportation</strong>, and took my work permit. I lost my job, my chance at education, and now<strong> struggle just to eat or buy my PTSD medications. Without health insurance, no Medicare, I’m barely holding on</strong>. Yet I believe with all my soul that <strong>everyone has the right to rise from their fall</strong>—no matter the circumstances, even the racial abuse I’ve faced. I have that right too, and I’m clinging to it.
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<div>If I’m deported to Japan—where I have <strong>no family to rely on</strong>, no friends left, and <strong>no way to get my treatment because my PTSD medications are not authorised in Japan</strong>, —I’ll lose the gentle Queensland family I’ve found and the quiet dreams I carry. I’m softly asking for justice—not just for me, but for anyone hurting from hate—through my Change.org petition <a href="https://www.change.org/Justice_compassion" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener"><strong><em>Hiroki's Change.org for Justice</em></strong></a>, praying for kindness and human rights. But right now, I need your warmth. A dollar to my GoFundMe <a href="https://gofund.me/d46a28fd" target="_blank" rel="noreferrer noopener"><strong><em>Hiroki's GoFundMe for Justice and Support</em></strong></a><strong><em> </em></strong>means a meal or a moment of peace—more than I can repay. If you can’t spare anything, would you please share my petition with a friend or loved one? Every signature feels like a hand reaching out.
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<div>I’m so tired, but your goodness keeps my heart beating. <strong>Please</strong>, <strong>if you can, donate or share</strong>—I’d be forever grateful for even the smallest light you bring me. Together, maybe my love for Australia can mend instead of break.
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<div><strong>With all my gratitude and a hope that grows with you,</strong>
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<div><strong>Hiroki Goto</strong>
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