This path feels like I have walked down this road before, but for some reason I can’t seem to quit.Most of you’ll know my name and fame but not all of you know the real Janae Davis, the bones and the blood shielded by this bright misleading exterior. There was a day when an angel walked into my life and handed me the key of luck. It was onlymuch later realisation bit mehard with the fact that the lucky key gave me everything I wanted but not everything I needed. We are all works of fiction, bu. . .